A purple light flashed and disappeared. Meng Qi’s eyes returned to normal. Countless things flooded into his mind and he instantly understood the cause and effect. On the surface, he maintained a leisurely smile as he raised his finger, he exchanged blows with Ren Qiushui’s probing.
Next, he had to do his best to maintain this period of history so that the big figures on the other shore would not “Notice”anything unusual.
I knew that you would know, but I pretended not to know.
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Time was like water. Time had changed. In the 37th year of tianle, Ning Xin City.
The assassin from the House of No Mercy who had just killed Lin Kang, the sect leader of the Heaven and Earth sect, was running towards the window. He was neither tall nor short, neither strong nor thin. He was just like everyone else, but he was unusually certain of the outcome. He did not doubt that he would fail.
