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Chapter 429 - 188 Unsheathe the Sword (Seeking Subscriptions)_2
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... eeze is silent, carrying with it a faint fragrance.
In the pavilion, the tension that was as taut as drawn swords and ready crossbows dissipated a great deal, echoing with Zhou Tiance’s aged voice, laden with resentment.
"You’re right, I indeed deserve death!"
"But those who deserve it even more are living even better!"
Chen Yuan quietly drank his wine, the blue robe on his body progressively straightened out, with only one end of a sash lifted by the spring breez ...
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