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... kill first..." An Su was still thinking about killing, but before he could finish his sentence, he froze, his pupils slightly dilating.
He dared not move anymore, the Cang Lan Holy Sword he was holding turned into specks of starlight and dissipated from his fingertips.
Because Miss Luojia took a step forward, then she tiptoed.
She was holding An Su's hand, her pale fingers moved up along the boy's arm, the cool and soft touch, like fluffs drifting from An Su's chest, then ...
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