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1242 Tragedy(2/2)

"There is nothing to believe or not." He shook his head slightly, and the wind blew the wheat waves and patted Duan Qing's shoulder: "If they didn't do it, I would help them get out of this predicament. If they did, I would

Then help them escape from here."

"If you think about it from your own perspective, isn't it that simple?"

Different from the exaggerated smile before, the smile that appeared on the face of this businessman and player now had a more brilliant feeling, and this also made Duan Qing, who had been looking at him, gradually retract his gaze and turn around.

And he buried his head in the direction of Ciyu Ninglan again: "Finally, I didn't misjudge the person."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Raising his voice slightly, Duan Qing replied without looking back: "Since we are on the same front, can we be a little more accommodating on the previous accounts?"

"How is that possible? There is an old saying: Brothers must settle accounts openly." Waving his hand, the wind blew the wheat waves and turned around and walked slowly towards the other side of the street: "What's more,"

"We are not brothers yet."

The depths of this street, which was originally deserted, regained its tranquility with the departure of the businessman player. At the same time, Duan Qing's back was revealed a little more clearly, until the raindrops hit the magic barrier.

When the rustling sound completely occupied his surroundings, the man in the gray magic robe once again propped up his scarred body little by little. It seemed that he had only relaxed his guard until now, with a tired face on his face.

Then he struggled to pick up the body of the maid player again, and the next moment he wanted to leave this place, he suddenly stopped at the exit of this street, accompanied by his sharp eyes looking into the darkness beside him.
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