Tragic
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"My mother?" Jian Wushuang asked enthusiastically.
He had grown up with his father, Jian Nantian, until he was 12, when his father suddenly left and was nowhere to be found. As for his mother... he had never seen her, and his father had never even mentioned her.
So until now, he did not even know what his mother's name was.
"You know my mother?" Jian Wushuang was just about to ask. But all of a sudden, Ji Wuyue threw him directly to the burly man that was skittering beside her.
"Wuyue, you..." The burly man took Jian Wushang very quickly and looked at Ji Wuyue at the same time. However, what he saw greatly shocked him.
Ji Wuyue's veil had dropped, exposing a horrible face that was completely purulent, with blue veins surging upon its surface as if millions of insects had bitten her. Ji Wuyue roared out crazily and miserably, looking to be in extreme pain.