C225 Doubt Is the Knife

The night was dazzling.

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Under the noisy night air, Lan Xi's face turned slightly red from the heat. She had lost the first round of the Guessing Fist, so she picked up her wine cup and was about to drink with Little Ke Gan.

Halfway through the glass, however, a hand took it away gracefully and majestically.

A dangerous aura was slowly suppressed. Thi

Lan Xi's long eyelashes trembled