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... g, and strands of zither are playing on the river. On the bow, there are figures in plain clothes.
"Zheng!"
The strings snapped, and a drop of blood flowed from the fingertips.
That drop of blood, like ink falling into clear water, instantly stained the piano red, but the color was still very bright.
In the cabin, Liu Yiqing walked out slowly with a sword on his back, and lightly tightened his green shirt. The weather in August has turned a little cold, he cove ...
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