The short blade wore a cold light, and the slightly cold air only needed to break through the cold wind, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows, the yellow leaves rolled up the dust and blinded his eyes, and the comet had no internal force to protect himself, so he couldn't take the attack, and sat on the steps with a stir under his feet.

The short blade, which stopped less than a few millimeters from the center of his eyebrows, was behind his master, who had taken off the moon-white mask that covered his face, and whose face was indifferent, and whose dark eyes were cold and indifferent, looked at him as if he were looking at a man of himself and his hatred.

"Does the prince have to hate villains so much when they meet again?" At least ask him why he left, or ask him if he was doing well, he didn't have any of these, and he would never have thought that he would meet him in battle. <

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