When the first light was released from the distant sky, the black fog of Wutong Town suddenly turned strange and left, and it was obvious that in the layers of black mist, the particles of ash and the fine and dense crystal water droplets flashed by.

Arwen stood there, his head slightly bowed, so that no one could see the expression on his face, but only the jawline, which was almost as sharp as a knife, and the broken hair shone through the light, casting a shadow on the outline of his face.

Arwen's right hand was covered with the scimitar on his waist, and his knuckles slowly clasped the heavy scimitar, and his eyes burst out with murderous intent.

"Don't take her away."

Arwen's slightly hoarse and wild voice pierced the dawn of dawn in a faint voice......

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