With a scream, Fufeng and Lushu went around in front of Charles Cui for a week, and then retreated like a arrow.
Wanjian Wuyangyang fell behind, surging when they came, and silent when they retreated, returning to the sky and the earth to be clear, leaving only the people who were still immersed in this scene and could not speak.
“Sacrificial wine!”
A white-robed sword repairman walked upright on the sword stand, holding the plate with both hands on his forehead, a pot of sake and a porcelain cup in the plate.
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