In the yard of the old house, it was messy on the snowfield. The crystalline snow was reflected by the moonlight just like the red grassland at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
After dressing himself up in a suit of clean clothes, Ning Changjiu stood a few meters away from Zhao Xiang’er. Both of them were unarmed. They would fight bare-handed.
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