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The three injured people all recovered, and after refining the magic medicine given to them by Hiram Irwin, ​​their strength was improved.
Huang Jicheng lay on the ground like a dead dog, feeling extremely frightened.
"Please, don't kill me." Huang Jicheng didn't even have the strength to cry.
"Where did the pleasure you felt when you killed us go? Are you afraid now? If Hiram Irwin hadn't risen, we would all have become dead souls. Do you think we would let you go?" Fang Jing's bones...