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swords.Lan Yu was troubled. He certainly didn't want to cause a massacre at the General's Mansion."Princess...""Stop!" Chu Qingge's words were light, yet they echoed with power."Damn it! I killed you...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀!"Spare my life, Young Master! Spare... ugh!"Feng Li Ye suddenly turned her wrist.Silver light fell, the three of them didn't even have time to scream. Three heads rolled on the ground under this sword...