The dream of eight years was finally coming to an end. On this rainy day, Mu Ye quietly handed the Lingshu sword to Lian'er, turned around and walked towards the door, feeling empty in his heart. The rain in front of me was continuous, as if I was crying sadly; there was a faint command behind me, and murderous aura was everywhere, making Mu Ye's gown make a hunting sound...
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