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As the night slowly came, Lu Mingyuan curled up his body as much as possible and hid in his own world. In his sleep, he suddenly felt a slight chill, as if someone quietly walked up to him and blew into his ear. Lu Mingyuan opened his eyes almost instinctively. At the same moment, his hand touched the golden sword under the pillow. The sword was as silky, gentle and delicate, but it could also kill people in just a moment. The golden sword trembled slightly in the air, its cold sword light shining brightly. Lu Mingyuan woke up from his dream, thinking it was just another nightmare of his.
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