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Right at this moment of crisis, Wen Jiu pounced forward, using his hands to hold onto the sword tip, he blocked the sword that had cut through Zhao Jingyi's neck.
"I'm sorry, Princess ?"
Wen Jiu's hands were trembling extremely hard, the sword tip embedded into his palms, boiling hot blood seeping through the gaps of his fingers, his hands were drenched in blood.
She looked at Zhao Jingyi
