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... calmly.
At this moment, the old sword immortal suddenly felt that the temperament of the person before him seemed to have changed again.
It was still He Sen’s face, but it was no longer the feeling Jiang Yi had just now.
But to the old sword immortal, it was still somewhat familiar.
“Brother Jichong, when I think about the snow on the Plum Ridge, it seems like it was only yesterday, but it has already been more than a thousand years.” “Even Mei Ling has disappeare ...
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