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... of the sword, and the ground was the dead body. Unbelievable, the man standing and standing, the face of the ethereal, like a fairy, is unconscious and dead.
"You, you killed them?" In the tone of doubt, Mu Yalun did not want to believe the fact that they had died, and even abandoned the sword no longer resisted.
Put away the soft sword, the snow will ignore him every month, walk in, put the sword across his neck, cold voice: "Quickly hand over one!"
One by one? Mu Yalun sh ...
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