"If big brother is going to hit, just hit the face, oh, and don't ruin the hands and arms. We're still counting on him to cut through the brambles!" Jing Haoran clapped his hands in excitement, clearly not thinking the situation was serious enough and took delight in others' misfortune.
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Ji Xinyu woke up to excruciating, heart-wrenching pain.
Instinctively, he reached out to touch the most painful spot and found that his entire face was swollen to numbness.
"Who, who dares to hit me!" he yelled, standing up from the ground, but his voice abruptly stopped because he saw a circle of people still surrounding him.
Great Devil King Gu Xiaoxi stood right in front of him, arms crossed, chin raised, a proud look tinged with a trace of coldness on her face.
"Ji Xinyu, you're now a captive. If you don't want to get hit again, from now on, you need to clear the way for us." Jing Haoran waved his fist and said this very seriously.