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Pú Yuánjìng был startled. He quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table, ready to flick them at the sword, but it was too late. Sītu Yáo didn't even have time to warn Liǔ Wànlóng. Just as her sword was about to strike Liǔ Wànlóng, a "clang" rang out. Sītu Yáo's sword was struck by a wine cu…
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