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... only felt a "chill" that cut to the bone, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The passionate bloodlust of just moments ago, the far-flung reveries of a gentleman’s revenge, seemed to have been shattered by that one call of "Brother Zhang."
"Zhao..."
He was stiff all over, his throat clogged, his eyes bulging.
Seeing that the driving house servant had already fainted, slumped to the ground, the nag horse anxiously flicked its tail.
"What? Did you not expe ...
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