The Death of a Famous Sword (1)
by Gentle
About This Novel
If you don't know life, how can you know death? If you want to know life, it is better to die. The endless rows of simple shacks are piled up unsightly in the city, like unsightly scabies growing on the healthy skin of human beings. These "scabies" are filled with poor people, and in the eyes of some people, their existence is worse than diseases and parasites. What should be done to deal with this stubborn disease? Of course, we use knives, fire, and medicine to remove them alive from our bodies, eradicating the roots without leaving any further trouble. Someone lit a torch. If you treat a disease, you will inevitably experience some pain, right? Ai Xiaomei slowly passed her fingers over the blade, and a line of coldness circled up from the warm skin, as if something was about to move.
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