In the ink-like night, the sound of iron rubbing against each other is tooth-grinding.
A red robe flashed in the night like a ghost.
The person who came was a middle-aged man.
Dressed in red, with a strong scent of cinnabar,
The man glanced at the long knife in Yan Dahong's hand, and the anger on his face became more intense.
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