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Pei Ruolan's shouts suddenly stopped.

The setting sun was blood-red.

Pei Ruochen stood straight as always.

He did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but let it dry slowly. His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of rust.

The child's loud and clear cry instantly cut through the air.

Pei Ruochen only stood there, his blue python robe gradually melting into the night sky