
About This Novel
The sword points to the sky, and the cold light reaches the end of the road to kill! The clouds broke and the fog dispersed, and the neon lights flashed across the Aojiutian sky... Hope is still there, but it may not come true. The curtains are hanging down to mourn, where can I say desolation? Look at the free and easy aura of the Fourth Young Master's sword.
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