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A relatively small bloody hole appeared on Zuo Feng's shoulder, and fresh blood flowed out from it.

Then looking at Chu Nan's hand, he was holding a small thorn that wasn't even half an inch long. That's right, it wasn't a hair on his head, but rather a sharp little thorn.

After the intense pain passed, Zuo Feng suddenly turned his head towards Chu Nan's hand