Just when Xiao Yu stepped forward and wanted to look more closely at the wood in Shen Jiashi's hand.

A high-pitched screech.

The girl's face on the wood, with a kite, was cut with a long knife mark.

From the chin to the eyebrows, and then from the middle of the kite, in an instant, Feng Xiaoyu took a step back.

She always felt that-

Sink......

Chapter 44 of "The Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" Because It's Your Fault It's being hit by your hand, please wait a moment,

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