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Fresh blood dripped down Xiao Yi's wrist and onto the ground. Xiao Shui Han's mournful cries reverberated throughout the endless night. The night wind blew, messing up all of Xiao Shui Han's white hair.

He thought back to many years ago, when Ding Yiran was just born into Xiao Yi. At that time, the old man's face was full of joy. He was extremely happy