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... e sobbing sound of the wind drifted back and forth through the woods.
Clang.
Chen Chou’er looked at Meng Hedong, who had completely perished, and the bloodstained dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
In a pool of blood that gradually spread.
On Meng Hedong’s lifeless, pale face, there was only confusion, no resentment.
Because.
Until the moment he was killed by Chen Chou’er, he never doubted that Chen Chou’er had betrayed him.
He was only ...
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