He walked to the door of the pharmacy and looked at the slender figure, she was still dressed in linen and plain clothes, wearing linen and filial piety. In his slender hand, he still held a sword that he didn't know where it came from, and he stood at the door not far away, looking at him.

Sword?

She doesn't know martial arts at all, is it possible, she thinks she can still kill him?

Scold.

The corners of the mouth are drawn out of the arc of mockery, but there is more astringency and forbearance in the heart.

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