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The snow continued to fall.

Long Chen took the sabre.

The winter was long gone.

Hanging the blade on his waist, Long Chen rubbed his face. He turned his head to look at Yang Yang who was sitting on his shoulder. "Tell me, what if I die before him?"

Yang Yang rubbed his little head, "Then, Brother Chenchen, before you die, ask someone else to insert a knife into his grave