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No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,Even with three heads and six arms, Ye Qingtang would have no chance against the onslaught of tens of thousands!,The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.。