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The knife and fork were stuck in his chest.
Blood seeped out from Taihe Zhenhua's chest.
"Just a little more, just a little more. If this knife and fork were a bit longer, I would have been killed by you."
Taihe Zhenhua laughed loudly a few times, then viciously pulled out the knife and fork from his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound.
But Taihe Zhenhua's body was not seriously harmed, he tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped up the wound.
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan's expression was cold and indifferent, blood churning inside his chest.
"Pfft!"
Ye Xuan's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You lost."
Taihe Zhenhua looked bedraggled, his right hand injured, his chest stained with blood, staring at Ye Xuan as he scolded.
"Yes, I lost."
Ye Xuan let out a wry smile, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and responded with a disdainful smile.
"Die!"
Taihe Zhenhua gave a sinister smile and pointed a finger at Ye Xuan's heart.
