第一千一百七十一章 离去（3 / 3）
tinthemeaningbehindit.“
LiNingfeltashiverrundownherspineasXuéSān‘swordshungintheairlikeachallenge.Whatdidhemeanbythat?Andwhatlayhiddenbeneaththesurfaceofthisseeminglyinnocuousconversation?
ThequestionechoedthroughhermindasLiNingturnedawayfromXuéSān,hereyesdriftingoutintothedistance.Shehadnoideawhatwasabouttounfold,butsheknewonethingforcertain-nothingwouldeverbethesameagain.
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