The next second, Qin Yu clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood.
The blood was jet-black, emitting a strong demonic energy, and that pale, stunningly beautiful face showed a slight weakness.
Jiaojiao looked shocked and panicked, dropped the hammer with a thud, and rushed over to hug Qin Yu's leg, tearing open his cute little voice.
"Wow!! Qiuqiu! What's wrong with you! Don't die!"
The professional mourning service had officially started.
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Previously, upon coming online to see Qin Yu successfully overcome his tribulation, the Golden Wall was very proud and gratified, promptly logging off to find information for Qin Yu to prepare for a future glorious path, remained silent for a long time.
He just logged off to check some info on Baidu, how did it end up like this.
Has the Oscars been held again?
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"I'm fine, it seems the power of the demonic rune has somewhat backfired."
