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"Who exactly are you?" The next second, Yoo Junluo forcibly suppressed those turbulent emotions, her voice growing even colder.
"Your fiance!" Su Chen stared into Yoo Junluo's eyes, articulating each word clearly.
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?!" Yoo Junluo's beautiful eyes paused, and the silver-white longsword in her hand trembled slightly.
Suddenly.
Blood gushed from Su Chen's neck, the tip of the sword had penetrated his skin and flesh, but it had not yet passed through his throat.
However, what surprised Yoo Junluo was that Su Chen didn't even try to dodge, and there was not the slightest change in his expression or breathing, as if, he knew she wouldn't truly kill him.
For some reason, the emotions that were previously extinguished uncontrollably surged up again. Su Chen's presence was strange, utterly elusive and intangible to her.
