Night, slightly cool. Rufeng stood outside Su Jin's door, watching An Shaoqing guard the bed intently. I hadn't seen An Shaoqing's expression so focused for a long time, Rufeng's face was a little strange, but he hugged the cold sword in his hand more and more. Sometimes the sword is not cold, but the heart is cold. After all: the coolest is the heart. There are some things that he can't say and shouldn't say, because it's a matter of life and death. There are some people who he can't come near and can't come near because he can't get it. Heart...

"Anton Houfu" 49.The poisoning is deep and there is no help? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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