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Chapter 142 The Unrest in the Peak Master’s Hall

The women hadn’t seen moonlight for twenty years.

She was in rags, glistening with faint red light. The sword she was holding was very thin and light, which was like a long dagger. Her body was also very light as if floating on the imaginary sea. As she flew across, the air vibrated and rippled like a long tail feather.

She often believed that women’s hatred was like the most easily kindled wood.

Holding the sword, she recalled the scene she had seen in her dream countless times again.

The darkness late at night, the old mansion, the big fire, the knocked-over copper-glazed oil bottle, the broken fences, the pond devoured by fire, the soldiers lifting shields as high as half a man and gulping down wine at the gate, and the tall bearded captain.

This was the nightmare she couldn’t get out of her mind. The armored devil in her nightmare walked to her and the rising fire in the mansion was engulfed by his slowly ap

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