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Chapter 52 - 51: The Sword from Beimang
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... lay dead right there, liberated from the misfortune of amputation. The drinkers had all run off clean, and Zhao Changhe looked around, curling his lips with disdain, "Just now someone said they'd treat me to a drink. They ran faster than rabbits."
He directly took the leftover, untouched food from another table, sat in the middle of the tavern, and feasted as if someone had indeed treated him.
Outside, a clear laughter rang out, "Worldly Society fights, bodies lying everywhere, ...
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