gic weapon, he is still planning to find a long sword with the same shape.In the wooden hut, Lu Ye breathed in and out, his chest rising and falling. At first, he didn't feel anything special, but as..."Yu Xiao said there was something he wanted to ask, and Lu Ye immediately knew what it was."s Longji, seven breaths per whip is the ideal rhythm.Bi Yue's screams came to an abrupt halt, her mouth no longer inhaling or exhaling. She held her breath for a while before letting out another agoni...