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... arge windmill churned up a torrential blood rain, severed limbs dancing over the river.
In the distance on the city walls, Wan Dongliu’s face twitched, unable to describe the scene before him. A pretty young girl was wielding a giant broadsword almost as tall as herself, spinning with a frenzy of blood rain and flying limbs, creating a bizarre spectacle.
Inside the cabin, Bao Qin endured the thrill of being teased by the young lord, reopening the bag outside the cabin door.
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