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... p him suppress the pain.”
Mo Canglan happened to be sitting cross-legged just behind Feng Yi. He hurriedly got up, his right hand flashed with spiritual light, and slapped Feng Yi’s chest.
A gentle spiritual power, like a summer rain, penetrated his heart meridian, flowed through his limbs and bones, and relieved the burning pain.
“Whew.”
Feng Yi let out a comfortable breath, stopped rolling in pain, and lay motionless on the ground.
“Well done.”
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