“Is this your swordsmanship, but that’s it.”
Yan Bingyue pulled out a sword flower in her hand and returned it to her sheath.
After glancing at Qin Shaotian behind, Yan Bingyue waits for his reply. If it is stubborn, then she does not mind the cruel hand!
“I”
Qin Shaotian’s eyes were a bit dull and a bit dazed.
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