C118 Hard to stop trembling of the hand

Looking at the short sword in Zhao Mingzhe's hand, which was glowing with a cold light, Ye Jinxuan's expression was calm, without a single trace of panic.

Zhao Mingzhe's eyes were gloomy and cold, the short sword aimed straight for Ye Jinxuan's snow white neck, but at that moment, Zhao Mingzhe's mind involuntarily recalled some of the scenes from before:

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