In the sense of everybody, the Jian sword could weaken his resistance,
Everything was dwindling down, and that's all it could take to fall apart.
Everything was going down the way it could be.
But the cursed dragon won't let the Healer or even the destined Queen to join with the death's force.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
She gripped the blade with force. Qing Long took back the blade from her, but she wasn't giving up. The blood dripped down by the floor, and it that was it all took for Wang Qing Long to weaken his knees.
Mei gripped the handle of the knife and ran over. She was the Knight who served thousands of years with His Majesty. Mei looked at the side of the hut and drew back the knife. She tried to penetrate her body, but with no success. She looked at the side, trying her best not to bleed.
