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The cold wind, the blood, and the leaves were all red.

The blood river runs under the violets.

Violet fell to the ground, lifeless.

Qinghong kept her sword and coldly snorted, "You really overestimate yourself. A lowly race like an ant dares to threaten me, a True Dragon bloodline. If I kill you, I'll just kill this bitch! "

Wiping away the blood on the blade, Qinghong said, "Black Jiao