This is a strange question.

And with undisguised contempt.

The invisible smell of gunpowder permeated the cramped space.

Song Qitang's cool and calm face was blurred by the gray haze outside the window, his lips were curved, his delicate eyebrow bones were faintly floating sharp mockery, and he chuckled, "Compared to Mr. Jiang, I have too little experience to dare to get an axe." ”

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