The cold night, corpses all over the ground, rivers of blood.

Situ Qingming stood up, his dark eyes overflowed with coldness, he lifted his pants indifferently, and returned to a calm and breezy appearance.

Lowering his eyes to look at the woman on the ground who had lost her breath, his eyes swelled with mockery...

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