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... s incinerating like a blazing inferno.


Ye Qing Luo was in so much pain that she found it unbearable.


Was she afraid of pain?


No.


She had once experienced the pain of cutting her flesh and her bones but she bore it all, without even a single sound.


But….


That kind of oppression on her internal organs and the ear splitting intense pain was something which she couldn’t endure.


She wanted to scream, to vent all the pain out.

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