One side of Conan's face was pressed against the cold ground, blood mixed with rainwater dripped into his eyes, and the broken lens was like a filter, making everything appear so blurry.

He managed to maintain his consciousness not to fall into a coma, and he had no strength to resist, so he could only let the other party lift him up, and then fell into a sunken pothole again.

The shovel picked up pieces of dirt mixed with garbage and covered him.

Snapped…

Snapped…

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