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... you have the guts to say that again, I’ll grant your wish and let you test the sharpness of my Flying Sword!”
Lu Changsheng’s expression was cold as he spoke to Lu Miaoyang.
“Changsheng, my lad! Changsheng, my lad! Don’t do this!”
The steward, seeing this scene and the Green-Face Sword hanging in front of Lu Miaoyang, its blade flickering unpredictably, cried out in panic to Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng remained silent, only watching Lu Miaoyang with an expressio ...
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