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... uan Yee felt something cold on her neck. It was a crape myrtle soft sword in the hand of Leng Shuang.
The atmosphere became intense. Shangguan Yee felt that every breath she took was as ice-cold as the one from hell. The surrounding seemed to be quiet too, without anyone passing by.
Qin Yunuan stared quietly at Shangguan Yee, whose body stiffened under the sword of Leng Shuang, “Don’t ask me what I relied on casually. If it had been not for the sake of an old friend, you shou ...
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