It rained heavily.

The cool breeze is howling, and the heaven and earth are mercilessly venting their anger.

At this moment, Long Yanduo hoped that he would die in that duel instead of losing his eyes.

That way, nothing will happen.

Everything stays in the most beautiful moment.

Chen Qingyan held an umbrella and his eyes passed over the figure lying on the ground. Through the water mist, he saw a weird man holding a sickle in his hand and dripping wet from the water droplets bouncing.

The other party also saw him.

Chen Qingyan held the long knife in front of his lips, made a "shush" gesture, and then showed a faint smile.

Rumble...

Wow...

The rain is getting heavier.

The two sides faced off for a moment, and the sickle man turned around and disappeared into the rain without saying a word. If you like it, please save it: (https://www.freefiction.xyz) Fortunately, I have a practice room. The update speed of Search Novel Network is the fastest on the entire network.
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