The moment Huanhuan approached Ah Wen, he heard the sound of a knife breaking through the air, and Ah Wen picked up a scimitar in his hand and held it across his chest, already in an offensive posture.

Seeing this, Huanhuan couldn't help but stop, feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, especially the murderous aura emanating from Ah Wen's body, as well as the suffocating sense of death, with the shiny knife face, overwhelmingly attacked.

"Arwen?"

Huanhuan whispered with fear and uneasiness to the man in front of him, who was as cold as snow, expecting him to respond.

Ah Wen didn't move, and didn't reply to Huanhuan's words, just holding a scimitar in his hand coldly, his handsome face was buried deeply, and he couldn't see his expression.

Huanhuan was faintly uneasy, she remembered Ling'er......

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