chapter 81 Dark moon, high wind, murderous night

outside the community.

The brocade box held by Little Crescent Moon was dripping with blood, and the four guards cleaned up the scene.

Shen Zhuo looked at the sky shrouded in night, with a gentle breeze blowing on his face and darkness.

"Little Crescent Moon, there is no moon today."

This made Little Crescent Moon look up, and sure enough, there was no moon in the sky, not even a star.

The wind gradually became stronger.

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