——"A member of your family?" The voice of Qing Yue, like an oriole, echoed in the small room, passing through the hundreds of white jade plaques hung with golden threads in the hall, almost echoing the sound of the clash of gold and gold. "What kind of family member?"
He leaned against the wall with his sword in his arms, squinting his eyes and smiling: "After you pledge yourself to me, aren't you one of your own family?"
——It turns out that there is a sound when blood drips on the ground, like flower buds withering at night, heavy and sticky.
He leaned against the wall and panted. The strong smell of blood came out of the clothes on his left shoulder. His vision was blurry due to excessive blood loss. The white clothes beside him were hazy and turned into a fluffy ball of light, which reminded him of the vast sea of clouds that lingered on the top of Kunlun.
The straight female swordsman who can't be flirted with no matter what × the mysterious mysterious man who splits in half
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