"Princess......?"

In the dim tent, Wei Ping casually played with the Xuantie Knife, muttering in a low voice.

He threw it casually, and the blade broke through the air, and there was a slight tearing sound. "Zheng-", half of the blade was submerged in the inner pillar of the tent, and it kept humming.

There was a factory guard standing beside him, and the blade of his knife almost grazed his cheek, but the man did not dare to move, and stood straight for fear of angering him.

"You, give it to me

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