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... hen the man finished his perverted words: “Marvelous like your blood.”
Feng Zhiwei immediately came to a decision and lifted her chin and cried out: “Dried peach!”
A scarlet sword burst through the carriage roof like a bolt of lightning, stabbing towards the man’s head.
But that man casually sipped from his glass, not shifting a single muscle, the wine in his glass perfectly calm.
The sharp sword howled through the air only to curve an inch away from the man’s skull, ...
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