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... unsteady to hold, falling straight to the ground.
Xiao Zhan, guarding against a sneak attack from the Snow Lotus Sword, lifted his foot ready to step on her.
But the Death Demon Scythe beside him was quicker, executing a beautiful tail sweep, striking the hilt of the sword. The hilt spun around with a heartbreaking wail.
Xiao Zhan raised an eyebrow.
Because, judging by body proportions, the position of the Snow Lotus Sword corresponded exactly with Jiang Xian’er’s ...
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