The round turtle hurriedly retreated in shock, but found that all around his body was shrouded in the wind, and he couldn't move at all.

With a soft snap, the wine glass in the tortoise's hand fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces, and the bright blade and the wind disappeared without a trace.

Ding Cong smiled, turned around and asked...

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