“Five gold rubles…” The wind was cruel and the sword was like ice in his hands.
“5个金卢布……”风凄厉地刮着，他手中的剑冰冷刺骨。
"Five gold rubles..." the wind was cruel and the sword was like ice in his hands.
“5个金卢布……”风凄厉地刮着，他手中的剑冰冷刺骨。
Piercing spring wind becomes the ringing sword!
春风成剑，剑做龙吟。
Piercing spring wind becomes the ringing sword!
春风成剑，剑做龙吟。
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