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As usual, Zhao Ningxue prepared to wash up after dark.

Suddenly, she felt a cold wind behind her back, and a strange laugh echoed in her room. At the same time, the Assassin used the dagger in his hand to slash at the back of Zhao Ningxue's neck.

Zhao Ningxue, who was about to close the door, panicked. However, she did not dare to be careless