After a night of anger and madness, Zhang Xianzhong seemed to have gradually calmed down. In the dim morning light, he looked at the head hanging on the tree. His expression and eyes were no longer as angry as they were in the middle of the night. Faintly, There was even a hint of Houhai....
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