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In a dim corner of the wooden hut, there was a sword lying in a basin of icy water.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.,Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome young man frowned and said coldly.。

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