Yan Qianjue stretched out his hand. The long knife stopped yelling and lay obediently in Yan Qianjue's hand.
"Master Yama, your power!"
Yan Qianjue gripped his knife tightly and said,
"My strength is temporarily sealed by the fog, and I can recover at this time tomorrow. It happened suddenly, and I have to use your strength."
"Yes, sir!"
A dignified sword sound came from the long saber. "Fortunately, it's my king's blade!
"I'm fortunate to be your king!"
The sword sound was loud and sonorous, like a black dragon going out of the sea!
Yan Qianjue nodded gently. There were not many people he could trust in the entire Di Manor. This blade was one of them.
"Today's matter is not good enough!"
"Yes, sir!"
###Chapter225,Liberation
"Then let's send this little spider to its grave."
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