In the study of Qingcheng Thorn History.

Behind the desk sat a man in a golden mask, his whole body exuding a chilling aura, and his eyes were as unfathomable as a cold pool.

At this time, Qiu Zhen, the assassin of Qingcheng, covered one ear with his hand, and blood flowed down his palm.

He grinned in pain, and knelt there tremblingly, cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, I don't know if it was pain or fright, and behind him stood a man in a silver mask.

He was holding a sword in his hand, and it was dripping down at this time

"Taking My Son to Exile and Accidentally Becoming the Emperor" Chapter 35 Night Detective Assassination Shifu is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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