What kind of turmoil was going on outside, Song Qingan still didn't know.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and the tip of her nose, the fingertips of the hilt of her sword turned white, and her palms were cold.

Song Qingan doesn't think he is a soft-hearted person, but he has never done it himself over the years.

However, at the moment, although it is not for her to kill, it is no different in her opinion.

Song Qing'an picked up his wrist and pulled out a dark dart, which fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

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