C21 dragon and snake mixture

Long Tianyu sheathed his sword, he retracted his cold aura and smiled slightly as he apologized: "Sorry about that!"

Xiahou Ying's entire body stiffened, upon hearing that, he regained his senses, and cold sweat ran down his back. If the sword tip on his neck was three inches weaker, it would have lost its life under the sword.

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