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At this moment, Xia Wanning's face had already lost all color.

Those blurry eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly became clear.

"Do you understand all of this?"

Mo Yan mocked.

The straw that had supported Xia Wanning for so long had finally collapsed.

Her body began to tremble violently.

She knew that the more her body moved, the more deeply the Ghost Vine would enter her flesh and blood.

But at this moment, the pain was far greater than the regret in her heart.

Not even half a cent.

She was trembling.

Tears started streaming down his face, and within the tears, there was blood. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

Xia Wanning was curled up like a shrimp.

She wanted to break free from the Ghost Vine Sophora Tree, but she was pulled back again and again.