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"You, sure you want to fight me?" She stared straight at him, her once shimmering eyes now like a frozen lake, deep and chilling. 。"Yes!" he replied, his voice firm and unwavering. 。His voice was cold, his eyes colder, cold like the north wind whipping at this clifftop, chilling him to the bone. 。He smiled wistfully, it turned out that his person had always not been... 。Now, for the sake of his beloved, he was finally ready to face war. 。What is it? What does the child in my womb amount to? Even that can't compare to what he has in his heart!Four years of devotion, days and nights of kindness, all rewarded with this duel!With a resolute turn, he walked a few steps and arrived under the old plum tree at the edge of the cliff. 。

Hand, out a crescent moon curved knife

。Raised his hand, a horizontal sword across the tree trunk. 。The man dangling from the plum tree, the one he held dear in his heart, let out a mournful cry at the sight. 。He gently looked at the child: "Don't be afraid, I will save you!"Heh, so it turns out, he could also be this warm, just that person had never been like this before. 。"What do you want to do?" he turned, his black eyes full of coldness. 。Twitched the corner of my mouth, couldn't help but let out a series of laughter, with a hint of arrogance, a touch of wickedness, and an indescribable sense of bitterness. 。His gaze swept over her face, landing on the pristine white snow. The snow, usually so pure and holy, reflected the sun like ice needles, piercing his eyes with pain. 。Even the wind on the cliff suddenly turned cold, blowing through her clothes and into her heart, leaving it icy. 。"Didn't you say I kidnapped you? I kidnapped you, so of course I'm going to kill you. " 。You said you wanted to fight me, well then. A hundred moves, if you win, take whomever you desire!" He spoke each word calmly and coolly. 。Slender fingers gently glided across the crescent-shaped blade, its clarity reflecting both serene beauty and breathtaking allure. 。"Good!" he nodded, saying lightly. 。He agreed so readily... “But, no swords or blades, just barehanded combat” 。He spoke in a low voice. 。

Cease, and carefully wind the curved blade around your waist.

。Was he afraid that if he made a mistake, he would chop off Mei Zhi's branch and hurt his beloved?

"Make your move!" He raised his head, gazed into her eyes, his gaze as deep and cold as still water on a frozen lake. 。

He stealthily touched his abdomen, unaware that he had a child within him.

。That's fine, he'll never know. 。...won't know if the child is a boy or a girl, whether they look like him or her... 。...won't know whether this child will be well-behaved or naughty in the future....

He strikes, each move ruthless; when he makes a move, there is no mercy. 。

The wind passed, white plum blossoms remaining snow falling like rain

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One move!

Two moves!

Three moves!

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On the edge of a cliff, sleeves billow, palm winds are fierce

。Several ancient plum trees were struck with great force by two people, scattering petals all over the sky. They rained down like snowflakes. 。... his martial arts skills, although not as good as his, to defeat him in a hundred moves would be no easy feat. 。

Their palms clapped together, and her gaze drifted past his hand to meet his unruffled expression. The placidity in his eyes, a depth of ink swirling within them, sent a shiver down her spine, an icy crystal piercing her heart.

。This wasn't their first duel. In the past, he always let him win, just playing along. 。But today, he was aggressive and relentless, each step calculated. He wanted to win in the shortest amount of time, to save the one he held dear in his heart >>>。As the two were locked in fierce combat, there was a sudden crack. Their movements ceased, and turning back, they saw that the plum branch upon which the child was hanging was about to break. 。Closer to the plum tree, he tiptoed, leaping towards the icy plum blossom while his waist knife flashed out, slicing through the air. 。The curved blade in his hand, like a piece of plain silk, wrapped around the man's waist. With a forceful pull, he sent him to the edge of the cliff. 。... , but when he returned, he encountered his shocking Thunderclap palm. 。

A sharp pain erupted from his mouth, and a cloud of mist billowed out, scattering onto the pristine white snow.

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A blinding red, a startling red, a tragic red.

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The light child was pushed towards the precipice and fell into the abyss below.

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