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The number one sword in the world went crazy, and then the best sword in the world disappeared.
The turmoil of the world, the shame in people's hearts, the cowardice of a wrong life, or the garbage dump of the soul.
It's just a knife, but it can visit those garbage dumps disguised as death. This is a ghost knife.
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The master said that this knife is the best knife in the world.
Han Su nodded and agreed.
The master also said that he was the fastest man in the world.
"..."
Han Su shrugged, not knowing how to refute.
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"Come here." The tone of the closed-door disciple who was the best swordsman in the world was undeniable and could not be refused, but there was a hint of anger in it.
Wow, I'm still a child. Beiluo's scalp was numb, and he wringed his fingers and moved tremblingly to Han Su's side.
"I'm sorry..." Beiluo felt a heart-burning heat in his palms, and he spoke faster in vain, "Your Excellency has a lot, please..."
"My legs are numb, help me down."
"..."
Intention: This is an ordinary, murderous knife.