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... k as charcoal, and his breathing was almost inaudible. He looked no different from a dead man.
He first felt his pulse to understand the basic situation.
Then, he pressed his hand on his thigh and gently spat out his internal energy. The poisonous needle stabbed into his thigh immediately shot out, and at the same time, it shot out a black blood clot.
Fortunately, he had already dodged in advance, thus avoiding the awkward scene of blood spurting on his face.< ...
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