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When I stood extremely lonely on the tallest pavilion in front of Tianhe Hall, feeling the fierce wind tearing my royal robes like a crazy demon, sniffing the thick smell of blood everywhere in the air, seeing the corpses of magicians of various colors covering the ground under the dead branches of the plum tree outside the palace, and looking at my body that was no longer young, I felt so sad. Could it be that this is the result of what I have been pursuing for so many years? In front of the bamboo forest at their feet, Nian Ci and Si Mo were squatting on the ground building their castle with gusto. The devastating war did not leave any shadow in their hearts. I remembered that Kaqi once said that God will always bless kind people, but now I always wonder, will God really bless kind people? Father, mother, Ci Mo, and Yan Ying... I closed my eyes, and two lines of dark red tears quietly crossed my face. The wind in Biyu seems to have never been so strong.
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