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lit. intoxicated flowers pour out of one's face
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Blood. Scarlet blood, slowly dripping down the blade of the sword. War tsunami would never forget the hand that stretched out in front of him at that moment, white and slender, like the hand of an extreme woman. However, he was defeated. He saw the man arched his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Why don't we make a brotherhood and carry the sword along with us? --The sword has love, the jianghu will be cloudy.