Slowly running his hand through another person’s hair gave him the illusion of directly touching the thousand strands of the other person’s thoughts and emotions…
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For thousands of nights, the human and sword could only endure through the pain while listening to each other’s voices and aura. And that familiar aura was about to vanish.
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Before the last fragment of the blade spattered. There was an inscription on the sword. The sword was inscribed “Tong.”
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Xuan Ji felt his heart sinking from his chest down to his feet, then into the icy cold sea… That person had forgotten him. After spending this much time together, His Majesty, sharp as a blade, did not recognize him at all.
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The High Mountain King destroyed his sword, so he wiped out the High Mountain tribe.
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“If humans could also do this, are you not required to marry a woman, then?” the sword spirit involuntarily spoke aloud. “Could you… not find anyone else, but only have me forever, please?”
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In the blink of an eye, under the crown forged from iron and blood, young love delicate as cicada wings had dissipated like dust.
