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"Zhang Fatty, I was saving her!" I pressed down on the anger in my chest and growled at Zhang Fatty.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,Jiang Qiyun's eyes revealed a hint of understanding, and the corner of his lips also curled into a slight smile: "Well, make your own decision."。