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... . As a result, the sharp spearhead grazed Jing Yuanchu’s shoulder. Blood from the wound tinted his clothes at once.
Leng Changxi in all black stood on the top of the wall. Raindrops made him wet, so his chest and abdominal muscles appeared against his cotton short top, showing his vigor. Large raindrops fell on his shining black-iron spearhead and down to the ground from the blade. Jing Yuanchu didn’t expect that Leng Changxi would hide his spear in the wall dent. How did he make this? ...
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