C436 It Is Difficult to Dismount While Riding a Tiger
In the White Tiger's subconscious, Qiao Yin had already died at the border. Who knew if his corpse had been split into pieces by Crow or not. Just now, he had spoken without reserve. Who knew if he would arouse Shen Yushi's suspicions?
When he nervously returned to the main hall, Shangguan Xiao was drawing with his brush, as if nothing had happened.
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