The winter night is slightly chilly.
It was winter, and if it wasn't for the winter in Luoyang City, where the light of snow wouldn't be possible until next month, tonight would have only added a few more minutes of coldness.
The cold wind blew slowly through this alley at night.
Jia Qing's green shirt was slightly shaken.
After that mahogany sword in front of him met with that black pen, a moment later this place seemed to emit a heavy muffled sound, as if something had exploded, and the majestic qi spread out in all directions.
Cheng Yusheng, who was already covered in blood, was almost sent flying by this qi, if Ye Shengge didn't quickly and slowly come to his body and casually waved her hand to disperse those qi. I'm afraid that this guy really couldn't stand up anymore.
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