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... r’s Rage
With a light final ‘hmm’, Huo Yirong spoke.
Huo Qiang and Huo Zhi trembled upon hearing it.
The color drained from Huo Zhi’s face, acknowledging her imminent death.
She bit her lip, and then spoke, resigned, “I beg you, Second Master, make it quick.”
“Hah!” Huo Yirong laughed bitterly, yanking harder on her hair.
The scalp felt unbearably painful, and Huo Zhi painfully leant forward, trying to lessen the pain.
“Want to die?
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