Although Mu Shangyi's strength has also suffered a lot now, it is more than enough to deal with a person who is seriously injured and still lying on the bed.

He smiled confidently, and the smile between his eyebrows looked so soft and amazing, like a touch of moon-white jade that had just been dug out of Hantan, dazzling.

But in Lan You's opinion, it was not a dazzling jade, but a dark knife that could kill people invisibly wrapped in white silver light.

Its splendor is the splendor of murder and bloodthirstiness.

Mu Shang smiled enough, smiled a little, pursed his lips, and didn't know when there was an extra long sword in his hand.

The sword was made of ice crystals, shining in the candlelight of the room, and it was very beautiful.

He said lazily: "Your time of death has arrived." ......

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