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... sword wound, blood trickling down her cheek.
Meng Jun Lai’s form trembled, visibly withering away at a speed perceptible to the naked eye, but a smile unfurled across his face.
"To be able to wield such a sword in this life is enough for me," Meng Jun Lai laughed heartily, his life force nearly depleted. Even if he doesn’t die this moment, he wouldn’t live past a fortnight.
Dugu Nian reached out to touch the sword scar on her brow, her hand smeared with a bit of blood, he ...
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