There was whirring wind in the corridor.
Qianshuang raised his eyes, but saw the white-robed sword repairman walking forward deafly, the Hongyu Liuguangjian in his hand glowing in the corridor:
“True Monarch?”
Charles Cui seemed to return to his senses. He lifted the hem of his robe, and the Hongyu streamer light sword swept across neatly, but when he heard a “tear” sound, the hem of the robe was cut off by an inch of silk.
“give.”
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