Nangong Qingqiu picked up the clear water and rinsed the dark and turbid sharp body, put it in front of his eyes, looked at the sharp blade that had become bright and clear after friction, and nodded lightly at the sharpened state to express satisfaction.

Then he swept his eyes to the room next to him, he was tied with a hemp rope, his hands and feet were tied behind him, his hair was scattered and he was only wearing a small belly pocket, revealing a touch of Xue Nangong's fragrant shoulders and the young woman with long legs curled up in the futon on the kang, and there was no wave in her eyes.

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