I woke up from a field full of corpses. Looking at the corpses of countless companions around me, I couldn't help but sigh at the cruelty of war. And I don't know how many years I have been here, and my body is already rusty. Yes, I am a sword. I have a sword of my own mind. Perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that I am a demon sword.
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The author is great. He just read a few chapters and then came out to write a review. Now that the heroine has entered Sword Confucianism, will she write about some Confucian knowledge in the future?
The author is great. He just read a few chapters and then came out to write a review. Now that the heroine has entered Sword Confucianism, will she write about some Confucian knowledge in the future?