Vol 2 Chapter 17: Humiliate Mingcheng (2)

Slowly wipe the blood-spattered mirror.

The hand suddenly paused.

In the brass mirror, another reflection suddenly appeared.

He felt cold all over, not frightened, but amazed, amazed that his regress had made people approach three feet away without noticing.

Immediately, his eyes turned cold, and he recognized who the figure was.

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