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... ng winds.
Daoist Wu sat on the cold ground, his legs splayed out in front of him. His face burned with resentment and his body was covered in blood as he issued curse after curse at the sky.
But he did not dare to move, not even lower his head, because the coldness at his neck was growing increasingly vivid.
It wasn't because of the snowflakes landing on his collar.
It was because An Hua was standing behind him, her eyes fixed on his neck, her hands t ...
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