The next morning, when the sky was dawning, Chen Ping'an woke everyone up early, looking at his tired face, wanting to come to sleep all night.

But when he passed by Tang Yin's side, Tang Yin noticed that although the long sword in his hand had been sheathed, there was still a scorched black mark on the hilt, and he couldn't help but sigh twice.

Looks like I learned a lot last night......

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Chapter 43 of "Shen Shail" The fog is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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