
Divine Phoenix of He
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Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,"Your Highness is kind and merciful, how could you allow this treacherous slander",The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.。