As these crystal monsters "died" one by one, the man in the high-necked coat knelt down on the ground, his face extremely pale, and strands of bright red blood flowed from his crystal clear skin.

The mistress looked at the somewhat familiar person in front of her, showing indifference, and said, "What are you doing for and what is the meaning of it? Some things are preordained, and have little to do with you and me."

The man's face full of ice crystals still had a faint smile on it, and said:

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