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"What did you just yell?"
He shook the dim-eyed, utterly disinterested walking stick in his hand, "Is this your stop?"
Yan Shijun lifted his eyes to look at him, his gaze suddenly filled with deep and poisonous hatred, "Heh heh, hahaha..."
His laughter was crazier than before, more hysterical.
Yang Ge looked at him, stroking the stubble on his chin, and said, "Have you ever read history books?"
But Yan Shijun only laughed madly, completely ignoring his question.
Yang Ge continued, "Do you know how Emperor Gaozu of Han's concubine Qi died?"
Yan Shijun kept laughing crazily, whether he didn't understand or simply didn't care.
Yang Ge was about to say more when he suddenly lifted his eyelids to look straight ahead. He saw a verdant sword light, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, flash across from a distant mountain and abruptly came to a stop about twenty yards before him, slowly dissipating.
Seeing this, Yang Ge's pupils slightly constricted!