"Feipeng, you..." Chonglou watched Jingtian fall gradually, but the sword in his hand was soaked in blood, that was Feipeng's blood! Chonglou's mind suddenly went blank, "Feipeng!"
Hugging the person who was about to fall, "Why, why!"
"Ahem, I said, I'm not Feipeng. If you don't believe me, if you insist on competing, then I'll have to help you, Chonglou. From now on, don't find anyone to compete with. Live a good life." Jingtian spat out a mouthful of blood and drew a curve at the corner of his mouth.
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