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012. Death-Battle(2/2)

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The tea cups on the coffee table also exuded a warm atmosphere.

Xiao Xie'er leaned on the coffee table and looked out the snowy scene outside the window.

There was no special expression on her face, no laughter, and no sorrow.

It was just a slight seriousness, and the red and black eyes were not against each other. It was just like that quietly, looking out of the window from the balcony and looking out the scenery outside the window...

Looking at the roughly built rockery and fake trees, suddenly, collapsed.

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"Huh~~~"

Inside the medicine furnace, the smell of medicine is everywhere.

And the girl seemed to feel nothing, and she didn't realize anything.

She continued to grind the medicine and continued to boil the medicine.

As she was suffocating, the wall beside her began to melt.

As the grinding was made, the ice cubes on the ceiling fell, smashing some bottles and jars in the corner.

The medicine furnace, which was originally used to shelter from wind and rain, had completely collapsed.

The cry for help from those mortal disciples rushing to escape from the collapsed igloo was also heard in my ears.

Everything around was collapsing. Canteen, martial arts court, square, garden...even that palace, the gate of Guanghan Palace was gradually revealing cracks, collapsing, and smashing huge ice cubes.

However, Xiao Ou is still grinding and boiling medicine.

While grinding and simmering, I picked up the pen and wrote a few strokes on the notepad next to me, then raised my hand and wiped the corners of my eyes...

Sobbing...

Then grind the medicine, boil the medicine, grind the medicine, boil the medicine... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!
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