I saw the long-haired man standing behind me at this time, with beautiful black hair and an indescribable seductive look on his white cheeks, but I saw a long knife hanging between his slender fingers, exuding a chill.

The long-haired man's face was grim, like a perennial snow that did not melt for ten thousand years...

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