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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five The Sword of Tu Ling(2/2)

"it's over."

Looking at Chen Changming's appearance, Shang finally smiled and looked at Zhao Zheng in front of him: "Zheng'er, let's go."

"Don't you have to do anything?"

Looking at Shang Zhong, Zhao Zheng seemed a little confused: "Grandpa, didn't you say before that we came here to help brother Chang Ming?"

"That was before"

Shang Zhong's face was calm, and he smiled at Xiao Zhao Zheng and said, "It's just that your brother Chang Ming is like this. He doesn't need my help anymore, old man."

"He can handle everything on his own and doesn't need me to interfere."

"If I interfere too much, it might actually affect his performance."

"Let's go."

Taking Zhao Zheng with him, he slowly left and left this place.

Inside the prison.

Looking at Chen Changming who was meditating silently in the room next to him and looking very calm, Wen Liuhe couldn't help but say, "Hey, are you okay?"

"fine."

Listening to the gentle voice, Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes: "I won't die yet."

When the familiar voice fell, Onew and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's much more normal now."

"You don't know how terrifying you looked before."

"no way."

Sitting on the bedside, looking at Wen Liuhe beside him, Chen Changming smiled: "There are too many accumulated evil thoughts. If you don't express them in this way, it will only affect your mind."

"Now let it out and it will be fine."

He spoke so softly, his voice seemed very calm.
Chapter completed!
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