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Xia Hande turned his head, his gaze looking towards a certain direction, a cautious look in his eyes.

Wei Li, whose body was pierced by the longsword, revealed a hopeful gaze in his eyes when he heard Xia Hande's cry.

When he turned his head back again, the corner of Xia Hande's mouth revealed a cold smile. It was obvious that there was no one in the dark