PREVIEW
... anding still.
Xue Shuyang was an excellent person. At this time, his chest was dyed with red, but his expression remained still. He fixedly looked at Nishizawa, his eyes focused and gentle, with a bit of utter insanity.
The wind was a little quiet, blowing Nishizawa's hair and coat. He clearly felt that Xue Shuyang's flesh was pierced by the sword's tip. Blood spewed out, stained the sword's point of life and death, and flowed down the sword's point. He didn't expect to be able to ...
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