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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.。