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Black Jack noticed Theresa's hesitation.

As if he had been deceived, he felt even more inferior and angry.

Countless tentacles tied up his body and his soul like black flames again, making his face even more hideous.

"See? I knew you were lying. The real Theresa would never fall in love with the real Black Jack!"

He screamed in desperation.

Theresa shuddered and had goosebumps all over her body.

"Dear heaven and earth, even if I, Mr. Han Te, have to accept the test of destiny in order to become a real man, why is it such an outrageous test? I don't want it, sob sob sob…"

Theresa wanted to cry.