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The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,“Let him thrash about for a while longer, the harder the better. That beast enjoys living.”,So, a group of people waited quietly for a while, watching Yi Shumen struggling in despair over there. Seeing him getting weaker and weaker, even the one who had just spoken couldn't hold back any longer.。