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"Bah--" With the last sword whistle, Feiyu sheathed the sword. Before the eyes of the person in front of him could close, the blood on his neck spurted out, and then he fell back heavily, and the blood meandered into a stream on the bluestone. Feiyu did not dodge, letting the warm blood cover his clothes, and was quickly swallowed up by the black color. She looked down at the hand holding the sword. Her fingertips were slightly numb from the long battle, but there was no change in her eyes. My father is a loyal minister to the king. If the king wants his minister to die, then he will die. Why should the whole family's life be sacrificed in the name of one person's loyalty? I order and save you, and I must tear this hypocritical mask of hypocrisy, hypocrisy, ignorance and loyalty to protect world peace to pieces!