The voice kept echoing in her head.

When you die, you can be liberated......

If you die, you don't have to be so miserable......

But just as she was about to obey the voice and tremble and pick up the dagger, something seemed to come to her mind......

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 270. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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