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The crook of his arm was pierced. Under the forbidden spirit, even if his physique could repair, it would be absolutely impossible to regain combat power in a short time — this Qing Guang could only barely hold the knife, but no longer had the ability to stab Qin Yu.
Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to reach her.
He knew this well; he just didn't understand one thing...
Pfft!
Qin Yu pulled out the Flute, and though Qing Guang winced in pain, his brow didn't even twitch as he stood there coldly watching her, as if humiliated.
"Why don't you kill me?"
The flute, as elegant and beautiful as she was, was stained with fresh blood, held idly between her thumb and middle finger, hanging lazily behind her back, swinging up and down with casual flicks of her fingertips, like a student playing with a pen in the examination hall.
If not a top-notch student, then a slacker student.
