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... robes were soaked in blood. He knelt there, using his own body to shield against the fierce wind while tightly clutching Qing Xu’s severed head. His master’s soul had already dissipated, and he could not allow his master’s body to suffer further desecration.
In a daze, he recalled his senior sister’s words. Had he not come today, he might have escaped this catastrophe. But how could he not come? How could he! freēwēbnovel.com
Zhi Mi spat out another mouthful of blood, his entire ...
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