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... enetrated through Wen Xien's back, and every time it pierced, it was facing the position of the heart.
It can be seen that he hates this man so much!
Wen Xien: "..."
"I hate you—" Another sword fell.
Wen Xien lay in a pool of blood, unable to see his face under his messy hair.
The Prince's breath faded a little bit, and Zhou Nan's choked sob was buried in her hair, with a mournful pain.
——
The night is coming, the moonlight is hazy ...
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