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... Qiao Xi in his arms. Ignoring the gunshot wound on his body, he carried her and quickly rushed into the car. Song Shijing quickly drove to the nearest hospital.

After seeing Qiao Xi leave safely, Huo Yuzhou put down his gun and muttered, “Once you leave the sea, you won’t be Gu Zheng’s match. He won’t give you a chance to hurt Xi Xi.”

The man knew that it was meaningless to continue chasing after her. He snorted. “Let’s go!”

Huo Yuzhou got off the ship and looked at Xue L ...

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