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Ye Qiu lay in the bathhouse, staring at the two still bright red wounds on his chest and arms. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly snatched the wine bottle from Zhu Fangzheng's hand. Regardless of whether the wound would tear again, he took a sip and said proudly, "It's really good wine." Then he handed the wine bottle to Luosang....