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Wen Jiu's eyes shone with a silver light as she stood in her original position, her sleeves fluttering in the wind.
The black clothed masked swordsman's eyes glazed over the moment he saw her face. The longsword in his hand was three inches away from her forehead as he said with gritted teeth, "She actually ?" It's really you! "
"You are ?"
When Wen Jiu looked at her eyes