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... s and could create many different patterns. The light shone on the blade, and occasionally, a dazzling cold light shot out.
Yan Wangchuan had lived with the Qiao family for a few years and was very familiar with these carving tools. He knew that he wouldn’t hurt him either.
His expression was cold, as indifferent as the cold wind.
There was no fear at all.
Actually, they had not been on good terms since they met.
Logically speaking, Yan ...
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