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Qin Shaofeng thought for a moment.
He quickly threw himself back into hiding with the Ghost Corpse Slave.
It was as if he didn't notice Zi Tianying's expression at all.
He rested for a short dozen breaths.
The wound between the thumb and forefinger had already recovered.
Although it wasn't a perfect recovery.
Even if he used his full strength again, which would only worsen his injuries
