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... righteousness—a good friend of Zhao Meiying for many years.
"We’re not out of danger yet, it’s not time to rest." Ran Dong spoke in a low voice, as if he sensed something, his muscles tensing involuntarily. His face, full of curly whiskers, also bore an unusually solemn expression.
"You..." Zhao Meiying was momentarily stunned.
Following Ran Dong’s gaze, she immediately saw under the bright, cold moonlight, a streak of blood light rising. It tinged the few thin clouds in ...
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