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The cold wind was biting, and his green shirt was fluttering with it. He stood with a gun, and there was a hint of excitement in his indifferent eyes. "Tell me the truth." There was a light snow in the sky. His black clothes were dotted with white stars. His sword was unsheathed. There was a hint of helplessness in his purple-black eyes. "Beat me first." He thrust out his gun, like a sword in the cold wind holding a flower. At the moment when the lotus opened and "dinged", Qing Yi danced his gun and pointed it at his throat. In the blink of an eye, the sword in black fell out of his hand, "You have failed, tell me the truth." He woke up in the coffin and searched for the truth buried in the wind and snow.