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"An Zhen, An Zhen!"
"Get up."
Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and then cursed, "Damn! Died again!"
He didn't bother with the astonished old monk beside him and stood up, patting his butt, "Let's go. It's going to rain. We need to hurry on our way."
This wasn't the second time Su Ziyu was burned to death by Qing Ji.
In fact, he had just been burned to death by Qing Ji for the eleventh time. After dying so many times, he was almost getting used to Qing Ji's Flame. The pain made him somewhat numb.
Su Ziyu tried many ways to break free, even attempting to escape halfway, not to go to Qing Ji's manor at all.
