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Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,All that happened was his face slowly turned purple, and he became increasingly hazy, though he remained suspended in mid-air, still swinging the little demon on the swing. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。