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"Your Majesty, you can't." Right at this moment, a pale and skinny hand was firmly grasped onto the edge of Yan Tuohai's sword.

"Wen Li, why are you doing this?" Yan Tuohai looked at the blood dripping down along the blade of the sword. With a slight shake of his wrist, he knocked the hand away, only to discover that the hand had already left a bone deep sword mark