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... take it anymore.”
Awhite man with thick arms tattooed with malevolence walked out of the bar. He spat on the floor and spoke wantonly to me.
He glanced at the dim corner of the bar and walked over with the girl beside him.
‘The erhu in his hand had already stopped. After aligning with the Six Swords Slave, Broken Water, the old blind man silently stood up in the shadows. He stepped on the shadow and followed like a shadow.
“Broken Water” belonged to the Hermit. It ...
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