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... in the rain. The blood-red long knife on his back went out to sea like a dragon, and turned into a winding red line in the night, piercing the rain curtain quickly. In between, an afterimage passed by.
Then the long sword returned to its sheath, and Nie Changliu appeared behind Gu Qingci, holding the umbrella handle. The oil-paper umbrella was still hanging in its original position without any change, and the pouring rain still fell on the umbrella.
As if time had been frozen, d ...
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