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Su Qingjiu played with the silver moon. The bright glint of her blade was exceptionally dazzling in the silence. Qi Moxuan forced a smile and said, "Jiu'er, are you sure you aren't murdering your husband? "Cleaning up the wounds or something, can we use something else?"

Shaking her head, Su Qingjiu smiled wantonly. The corners of her lips curled up into a devilish smile