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The sharp sword was pulled out by him, and the cold light reflected in the sun, shining on Meng Yiyi's cold face. Meng Ji walked over with a evil smile: My father was stabbed with a hundred wounds today. I want to hurt you. Get it back and kneel down if you're afraid. Maybe I'll be in a good mood and let you go!...