"Bang!" Another bang.

Firefly held a short blade in his hand, blocked the flying knife, and held the red umbrella dripping with water droplets in one hand, and walked out of the dark alley.

Ding Ding Bell –

The jade bell hanging from the waist makes a crisp bell sound.

Giventon's eyes were fierce...

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