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... bove Yancheng, and the wild wind howled, causing the clothes of Chen Yi and his companion to flutter noisily. The air lacked yesterday’s summer heat and instead carried a slight, chilling sting.
Visibility was poor.
A large amount of blood pooled at the bottom of the ice coffin, soaking Sword Without End’s white robes to a crimson hue. His slightly green lips exuded an air of desolation.
"June’s weather sure changes quickly."
Tuberculosis Rabbit, with one hand in ...
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