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... splayed in front of him, the sword light was dim.
He sighed, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Sword?
With a shudder all over his body, he jumped to his feet, and he was no longer sleepy.
"Lang-jun, do you want double cultivation?"
The elegant and indifferent voice came again.
Han Muye shrank on the wooden couch and said in a low voice, "Shuangxiu with a sword, am I not a bitch?"
"Do you think I'm a sword?" Qing Ya's voice exclaimed.
"Th ...
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