Chen Pingan suddenly stood up, his vision suddenly became clearer, and he clasped his fists respectfully towards a visitor in the distance.
The boss Sword Immortal is no longer here, and he is equivalent to half a guest and half a host of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Of course, he needs to help entertain the guests.
Chen Pingan glanced around and saw an unexpected old man appearing on the vast land in the south.
Chen Pingan had no idea what kind of magical power the other party had used to directly make the landscape restrictions carefully set up by Jiazi Zhang become useless.
Once the realm is too different, it is useless to think too much.
I really envy the old man who cut off his eyes and lost his eyes in two worlds. The world is huge. If you want to travel far away, where can you go? If you want to return to your hometown, who can stop you? Who dares to come to the house after closing the door to thank guests?
Sure enough, this is how you should climb to a higher level in cultivation.
Seeing this person suddenly appear behind him, Lord Long felt a little solemn as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
A gray robe floated to the top of the southern city, and a vague figure was condensed with sword energy. Lord Long did not speak a word, but he was just staring at the only exception in the wild world.
This perverse old blind man has been abiding by the rules for thousands of years. He only guards his own one-third of an acre of land. He likes to drive the evil demon and the golden-armored god to move hundreds of thousands of people. The mountains are said to create a clean and unobtrusive picture of mountains and rivers.
Long Jun was wary of this person, but he was not at all in awe of him. In fact, Long Jun and the old blind man had known each other for a long time. But in the end they didn't become old friends.
Li Zhen was more sensible. Seeing a bad opportunity, he was worried about the consequences of the fight between gods and immortals, so he immediately ran away with his sword without saying a word. He went all the way north, and even hid directly at the gate, making jokes with the man holding the sword. , and finally asked Zhang Lu if he had anything to drink.
The Great Sword Immortal Zhang Lu, who was sitting cross-legged on the horse-tethering post, threw a pot of Yulong Sect's Xianjia wine to Li Zhen, saying that it was sent by someone Xiao Min asked, so save it. Drink, now I am like a swallow holding mud, and I have accumulated more than two hundred jars.
Li Zhen felt that the customs and customs of later generations in the Jianqi Great Wall were really ruined by foreign scholars like A Liang and Yin Guan. Nowadays, the swordsmanship is not very good, but each of them is better at talking than the other.
Li Zhen leisurely drank wine, bent his fingers, and gently tapped the horse-tethered column, "There are four pillars in front of the door and behind the door. In history, dragons, cows, horses, and apes have been tied up. Unfortunately, for the time being. We have to defeat this gate, otherwise Mr. Yuan Shou has been coveting it for thousands of years. If he passed by this place before, he would definitely break one of the pillars and pocket the other three pillars. ”
Zhang Lu smiled and said: "In the final analysis, it's not that concubine who is looking up, but he can't beat your master."
That Yuan Shou is one of the great demons on the throne, wielding a sword and carrying a long stick on the battlefield , with long arms like an ape, and a bunch of rough stones in the hand. They are all majestic mountains that disappeared out of thin air in the history of the wild world. They were first moved away by the big demon named Yuan Shou with his own magical power, and then carefully refined into a hand.String of stone beads.
This time Yuan Shou went to Haoran Tianxia, he had already visited Tongyezhou in the southeast and Fuyaozhou in the southwest. Everywhere he went, as long as there was the mountain top of the Patriarch Hall, no matter how big or small, he would smash it with a stick. .
Li Zhen jumped onto another tethering post at the gate, sat cross-legged like the great swordsman, sipped wine, and thought about how to trick him into getting a second pot.
Zhang Lu asked: "The big moon in your family is missing another round. I went back and forth twice on credit before, and my breath was bad. Why, she had a fight with Chen Ping'an? She was injured. You don't look too light."
Li Zhen nodded and said regretfully: "It's just a small loss. Sister Qiangyue is so good. She is ranked at the bottom and eleventh. That's not easy. She is really good. When he got angry, he beat Mr. Yin Guan to his knees and kowtowed, calling him grandma. His reputation was ruined in one fell swoop. Fortunately, not many people saw this, but Mr. Long and I were the ones who kept secrets. People like to keep their words to themselves, unless... someone invites me to drink, so I can talk a little more."
Zhang Lu said with a smile: "I shouldn't give you a drink."
Li Zhen said: "I heard that you and Chen Ping'an are old acquaintances? Have you met many times?"
Zhang Lu patted the dragon stake under his butt, "One Gatekeepers, foreigners coming and going, don’t have to meet me?”
In the original Thirteenth War, Zhang Lu was defeated and was demoted to guard the gate.
Li Zhen raised his head and looked at the sky, placed the wine bottle in his hand gently on the top of the pillar at his feet, and suddenly laughed in his heart: "Look at the door, Brother Zhang Lu is right, but not completely right. It is not without reason that it was finally left in your hometown. And the little Taoist boy seemed to throw a futon casually and sit near this bull pillar every day to pass the time. There is a way and a law to follow. "
Li Zhen turned his head with pity on his face, "You always seem to be so uneasy, so it's not a good outcome for you."
Zhang Lu was actually embarrassed. A pot of immortal wine stored in Luhua Island was given to Li Zhen.
Li Zhen smiled in surprise and said: "I thought I would never be able to drink the immortal wine of Zhang Dajianxian again."
Zhang Lu said: "Li Zhen tells the truth. It's so rare, you should have wine to drink."
Li Zhen placed the wine jug and the empty wine jug at his feet, looking a little sad for the first time, and murmured: " It is better not to remember than to remember, and it is better not to know than to know."
Only those who are truly knowledgeable and enlightened will truly be afraid of the impermanence of the great road.
Zhang Lu smiled and said: "It seems that Chen Ping'an defeated Qiangyue, which makes you feel bad."
Lizhen reached out and pointed at the big sword who was drinking The immortal smiled and said: "In the past, the spirit wandered beside the osmanthus tree, hanging down the human hook to fish for poetry. Now I look up at the bright moon, and the land swordsman drinks the heavenly fortune. It is a perfect occasion. I will drink a pot of wine with you with a limerick. Don't let your old friend I don’t have a broom in my hand.”
Zhang Lu waved his hands and said, “Get lost.”
Li Zhen lamented and had no choice but to open the pot of wine and talk to Huan Bo silently.
I don’t know what the old blind man came to the Sword Qi Great Wall for.
If the old blind man and the Dragon King risk their lives to fight, causing the river bed to change its course, chaos will become more chaotic.
What does it have to do with me to laugh at the truth?
Li Zhen cried again, why am I here?
Zhang Lu glanced at the young swordsman, and it seemed that Chen Ping'an still couldn't get any advantage.
The young hidden official who has been trapped in one place for a long time has not lost his mind, but the closed disciples of Tuoyueshan who are completely free are about to go crazy.
Chen Ping'an didn't always stand on the top of the high city. He took one step forward and fell sharply. He wanted to land straight on the ground, but he never thought that before his feet even touched the ground, he would be attacked by Lord Long without any warning. A sword.
Longjun’s old dog is too vindictive.
Chen Pingan had no choice but to change his mind slightly and appeared in the strokes of a large character on a city wall closest to the ground.
Stay as close to the old man as possible.
It is too disrespectful to speak to an old senior at the top.
Senior does not care about things, it is the magnanimity of his predecessors. Whether the younger generation cares or not is the etiquette of tutoring for the younger generation.
This is not only true for the boss sword fairy and the old blind man, Chen Ping'an travels all over the world.
A listless old dog lay beside the old blind man's feet. He was bored, raised a dog's paw, and gently scratched the ground.
Chen Ping'an just couldn't break the ban on Jiazi tent, otherwise he would definitely call Senior Long Jun from the bottom of his heart and hurry up to see his relatives, the one on the ground.
The old blind man first said to Long Jun: "If we don't want to fight, I will have a few words with Mr. Yin Guan."
Long Jun nodded.
Although the old blind man has a bad temper, he can always trust what he says.
Then the old blind man turned his head and said, "Which one is more familiar to you, the dialect of the Jianqi Great Wall or the elegant dialect of the wild world?"
Chen Pingan said: "I will follow my predecessors."< /p>
The old blind man smiled. Chen Qingdu really likes this kind of junior who is round on the outside and square on the inside, and seems to be easy to talk to.
Chen Qing doesn’t like to talk to others about his true feelings, and he has done so since ancient times.
Just like A Liang crawled all the way up the mountain and showed off in front of his house in his early years, saying that a man who only likes to drink alone must have many stories.
Of course, in addition to boasting and flattering, A Liang said that the host and guests were all men with stories, and he also wanted to deceive some old memories from his side.
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The old blind man did not let him fulfill his wish. As for the wine that A Liang came to bring, he would not drink it if he did not drink it.
The old blind man suddenly kicked the old dog at his feet and cursed: "You have ascended to the realm, how can you not see money without money?! Or is there shit on the ground to eat?"
The old dog was almost able to dig out a lost magic weapon of acceptable quality from the depths of this battlefield site.
After a few rolls and a whimper, it simply lay on the ground and stopped moving.
Chen Ping'an smiled as usual, it was true that he was a great demon in the Ascension Realm, competing with a junior in the Nascent Soul Realm to compete for some natural and earthly treasure to gain face.
The sickly old dog opened his eyelids and glanced at the young hidden official in a bright red robe. He heard from the swordsmen who visited the mountain that this young man was the one who picked up the sword. Master of money. Old blind man, you are really blind. Instead of scolding outsiders, you scold your own dog.
The old blind man asked the young man in the most elegant language of the wild world: "How do you know the hiding place of Xieyue? Not many years after Xianyue appeared, there were people hiding in Tuoyue Mountain. There shouldn't be any records of her in the summer palace."
"I'm taking a gamble!"
Chen Ping'an didn't even bother to express his feelings and said directly: "I almost did it at the same time. After sacrificing three worlds, big and small, Qiangyue was still calm and composed. She didn't even choose to rely on her natal moon soul to break through the formation arrogantly and exchange the loss of the avenue with me. So she gave me the answer almost for free. She was also there. Bet, bet I can't find her. I have to maintain three large formations at the same time, which requires a loss of spiritual energy, but she can watch from the heart moon wall, so why not?"
Chen Ping'an gently clenched his fist and knocked. Hitting his heart, he said with a smile: "Far away in the sky and close in front of us, what is closer than the present is of course the state of mind of us cultivators. We have all seen the bright moon, so we all have the bright moon in our hearts, whether it is bright or dim, even if it is just Any residual image in the heart lake can be the best hiding place for Qiangyue. Of course, the premise is that the realm between Qiangyue and his opponent is not too different, otherwise he will fall into a trap. When meeting a junior, Qiangyue can be so generous. But if she meets her senior, she will never dare to act so recklessly."
The old blind man nodded.
When he was younger than Chen Qingdu, he was much more thoughtful.
Among the many sword cultivators in the world at that time, the one who watched and thought the most and planned before taking action was the one who could only shout and kill, showing off his sharp edge. Chen Qingdu liked to open his eyes the most after drawing his sword. Seeing, looking at the world and looking at the sky, you have to learn everything. As for your brain and heart, it seems that at the same age, they are really not as old as the hidden official in front of you.
So there are no good scholars.
The old blind man asked again: "What if I want to break your weird flying sword into pieces even though I am willing to pay one or two cents for the life moon soul?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and finally said from his heart: "What she can't do, I just let her go. I will remove the bird in the cage and only keep the moon at the bottom of the well. In the worst case, I will use a five-thunder The seal collapsed in exchange for her one or two cents of moon soul to help me refine Feijianjing Diyue. Even so, the transaction was not a loss but a profit."
With the bright moon in the sky. Ran's soul is tempered by the moon at the bottom of the well, and the edge of the sword is sharpened. Even if Chen Ping'an just thinks about it now, he feels that if there is a chance to reunite with Qiangyue in the future, both parties can still give it a try.
In fact, Chen Pingan was not too obsessed with whether he could keep the credit at that time.
Especially through the manifestation of certain avenues when the flying sword shattered the moon, Chen Ping'an roughly learned that the credit of the moon is almost everywhere in the world.He didn't kill many people, and Chen Ping'an didn't have any excessive murderous intentions.
Cheng Yue had just arrived at the city and regarded her as a monster in the wild world.
Of course Chen Pingan was able to kill as fast as he wanted, because even though he was on a big battlefield, what Chen Pingan faced seemed to be the entire army of monsters in the wild world.
But when it turned into a veritable fight, Chen Pingan immediately changed his mood.
Besides, Chen Ping'an was also worried that Qiangyue would become angry and return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi with all his true form to fight him to the death.
So he finally stopped and intercepted only half of her moon soul.
Chen Pingan thought of this and raised his head to look at the sky. The sun, moon and stars were moving smoothly. There was originally a void where the moon was used to practice Taoism. She picked the moon and brought it to the human world. There was a bright moon and the moon was twenty. , I got one. Very contented.
If it were placed in the middle-grade Lotus Root Blessed Land in my hometown, there would be an extremely bright moon hanging in the sky. The Mid-Autumn Festival would be full of moonlight, and the flowers would be full and people would gather together.
On August 15th every year, the full moon is like a big mirror. Everyone in the blessed land of the world can look at the moon like looking at the mirror. Except for themselves, they can see everyone they want to see.
Of course it was agreed that Chen Pingan would give it to the founding disciple as a gift for breaking through the martial arts realm, and Chen Pingan was not reluctant at all.
On the ground outside the city, the old blind man still nodded slightly.
Although this hidden official’s status as a scholar is inevitably a bit annoying, a young man is smart enough and there is nothing wrong with him. It would be better if he could hope for a better world.
In history, there was once a scholar who was a novelist in the world. He first traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then to the Shiwan Mountains. He was of high seniority and had a decent level of cultivation. After finding the old blind man, he spoke categorically. When we literati put pen to paper, we only write about how real the world is. We only need to write about all the tragedies in the world and the poor people. We are not responsible for how the reader feels, whether the reader is desperate or even more desperate or numb, and we don't care. We just want everything. People know how unbearable and unbearable this world is...
In the end, the old blind man, who was tired of hearing this, slapped him half to death regardless of the situation.
It’s not that the old blind man was angry at those words. There are many avenues, you can follow them as you wish. If he is neither his son nor his disciple, the old blind man is too lazy to take care of it.
It’s just that when you come to the door of my mountain home, you break the rules first and dare to come empty-handed, so you have to leave something behind.
The reason why he was only half-dead was not because the old blind man showed mercy, but because the old novelist rushed over in a hurry, rescued the remaining soul of the other party, and brought it back to the vast world.
There was also a Liang who was gloating about his misfortune, with an expression on his face like "I didn't do anything."
Later, A Liang left and came back. It was rare that he stopped drinking and spoke a few human words. When it comes to such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, no matter how well it is written, it is still not good enough. He is still a coward who wants to get readers to share the unbearable suffering in his heart.
The old blind man asked him why he didn't write it.
That dog dayI just leaned against the chaimen, ran my hands through my hair, and said that I have seen too many novelists who do not write books with pens. They only write about life in the world, shining brightly. Long stories last for thousands of years, and short stories last for decades. .
Some of them were fascinating to read, and some were heartbreaking to read, but they were all truly good articles in his conscience.
Seeing that the old man was silent for a long time, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but ask: "Senior, do you have something to do when you come here this time?"
The old blind man put away his thoughts. Shaking his head, "I just came to take a look."
That old dog only dared to curse in his heart, and the old blind man lost all his eyes, just look at your uncle.
It misses the bad A-Liang a little bit. Only when the old blind man meets that guy will he be more helpless.
Chen Pingan suddenly bowed and saluted.
The old blind man smiled and said: "What, are you trying to encourage me to work harder?"
Chen Pingan straightened up and said, "The junior is grateful to the senior for being disappointed, but he can be disappointed alone." "Ten thousand years."
As the old saying goes, towering mountains are a sign of uneven nature.
This old man, who has been imprisoned for 10,000 years, is even more unsatisfied.
The old blind man nodded, raised his skinny hand, scratched his cheek, and smiled for the first time, "Very good, I almost couldn't help but beat you to death. You are indeed smart enough, and you are a man who knows how to cherish blessings." Otherwise, I don’t think Long Jun and Liu Cha will bother you.”
Chen Pingan smiled bitterly.
This old man who made the boss Sword Immortal make two special visits does not seem to be a joker.
The old blind man turned and left.
I really just came here to take a look and chat a few words.
As for Long Jun, the old blind man has nothing to say, and the other party must be the same. Old friends from the past are now strangers.
The old dog in the Ascension Realm followed behind the old blind man.
The Dragon Lord also dissipated and recovered into an empty gray robe
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Chen Pingan suddenly shouted: "Old senior, how is A Liang?"
The old blind man did not turn his head and said: "Being a bastard is so happy. Very good."
Chen Ping'an was worried and relieved. It seemed that he didn't have to think about it for the time being if he wanted A Liang to come often when he was free.
The last time Chen Pingan took a look, he saw that the landscape restrictions had been reopened, but what he saw in his mind was Tuoyue Mountain, facing the Sword Qi Great Wall far away. Mountains and rivers are very different, but my friend is safe.
I want to drink again.
Chen Pingan first secretly took out a jug of wine from Feijian Fifteen, and then sneakily moved to Qiankun Xiaotiandi in his sleeves. As soon as he took out the wine jug from his sleeves, and was about to take a sip, he was killed by the dragon. Jun smashed the wine bottle and the wine with his sword.
Chen Ping'an was accustomed to it. He disappeared in a flash and returned to the city. He walked like the student, his shoulders and big sleeves swayed together, and he loudly said that the stinky tofu was delicious, just stew it until it was cooked. ofThe old dog meat must be even better.
Chen Ping'an didn't know that he couldn't see the world outside the Sword Qi Great Wall.
But the old blind man could clearly "see" the scenery at the top of the city.
The old dog took advantage of the old blind man's good mood and muttered: "I didn't provoke him. We only met him once and he started to miss me. It's hateful."
The old blind man sneered and said: "You are worthy of provoking the hidden officials of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Who can borrow your dog's courage?"
The old dog did not dare to refute, but only dared to wag its tail and beg for mercy.
On a piece of land thousands of miles away from Tuoyue Mountain, the place where the old blind man stopped has been temporarily designated as a forbidden area.
There is a pot of fine wine. The old blind man deliberately left this thing here.
The big demons stationed at Tuoyue Mountain did not move the wine pot, but turned a blind eye and left it alone on the ground.
Even if the bottle of wine has been identified, there is nothing unusual about it, it is just an ordinary bottle of wine. Still no big demon touched it.
For thousands of years, the world has been barbaric, and the strong are respected.
The old blind man who separatist power is one of the fourteen realms in the world.
In today’s barbaric world, after that Xiao Xun walked through the abyss of the ancient well, there was another one, but she combined the barbaric world with luck, not purely with the flying sword of her destiny. Dao heaven and earth.
The Fourteenth Realm is too mysterious and unpredictable. No one can ask what the difference between the two is.
In fact, you can ask A Liang at the foot of Tuoyue Mountain, but who dares to provoke him, adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury? Do you really think he can't live without Tuoyue Mountain?
Tuo Yueshan and A Liang are not only repressive, but also a kind of subtle situation where water does not interfere with the river.
After all, it was A Liang himself who did not want to give up that road and came to ask Jian Tuo Yueshan.
A great demon female cultivator who was ranked as Senior Sister Li Zhen according to her seniority, with a beautiful appearance and figure in the world, came to the chaotic void under Tuoyue Mountain.
She looked at the Confucian monk sitting cross-legged from a distance, with a huge number of golden words as a futon, quite like an outsider who came here to use the mountain to practice Taoism.
She couldn't understand why this man would make such a choice. Mr. Zhou Wenhai, a well-known man in the world, once explained to her the true meaning of "If a man doesn't do it for himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth."
So she didn’t understand A Liang’s self-destructive behavior even more.
The slovenly man saw the Tuo Yueshan female cultivator and immediately sat up straight, "Sister Xinzhuang, why are you still wearing the same makeup as when we met?"
The old woman with the new name made up. Demon, he recalled it with the help of his memory, then frowned and said: "Fuck you!"
Have you hit the wall with your nonsense?
A Liang was not afraid of this situation the most, and said with an affectionate look: "It seems that Sister Xinzhuang still remembers our first meeting, which greatly comforts me. There are some good men who deserve it. Sister Xinzhuang goes to remember a hundred years."
Xinzhuang sneered: "If you make another choice,How many swords will you use to hack me to death? ”
A Liang is a little embarrassed. The old woman is really good at talking about naughty things, which makes me unbearable.
Xin Zhuang doesn’t understand the meaning, just thinks that this man is wandering thousands of miles again, Concentrated on controlling the sword power, A Liang felt that the opportunity was rare, so he had to use his trump card.
It was a rare reunion, but my handsome appearance was still the same, and my swordsmanship was even better. Gao, that sister must be used to it, so let’s have some of the gifted ones.
A Liang coughed and moistened his throat.
Wu Zengxiang Xinzhuang sneered: " Shut up. ”
This man once traveled the wild world alone with a sword. Because he kept getting into trouble, many great demons had witnessed his sword-wielding posture.
On one side Holding his hands on his hips, he recited a poem loudly, euphemistically calling him the Sword Immortal and the Poet Immortal Tong Fengliu. You must know that behind him, he was still chasing the big demon with magic attacks.
A Liang sighed, the beauty. Not understanding the style is the worst thing to let down your beloved.
Xin Zhuang asked: "You have such a state, why don't you cherish it? "
A Liang said: "I can answer sincerely, but Sister Xinzhuang also needs to listen to my words first. "
Xinzhuang nodded.
As expected, there was no surprise at all.
I saw the man clapped his knees with his hands, smiled and recited poetry.
Not much smile, not too soft a voice, "This is my original three-parter song composed by A Liang. ”
The road to Shu is difficult, I will drink wine, sleepwalking Tianmu sings farewell.
Pipa line, the song of everlasting regret, and the ancient grass to say goodbye.
Ai Wangsun , without a home, the painting was presented to General Cao.
"If it weren't for the title, it would actually be the Ni Gong Mountain, where I would travel with a salary, facing the moon for one hundred and fifty days and nights. Also very good. "
" Washing the troops and horses, presenting flowers to the queen, walking alone by the river looking for quatrains. Well, it seems better to change it to Sanchuan Guanshui and Shiyun. ”
“My dear, my thoughts are flowing like a spring, and I can’t stop like a wheel. It’s so powerful.” "
Xinzhuang said: "Have you had enough nonsense? ”
In the end, A Liang nodded, with a half-smiling look on his face, put his hands on his knees with fists, and said to himself: “What a Jia Sheng was left alone after crying. Don't laugh at a drunk man who fell off his horse. Please bring some wine to watch. "
Xinzhuang waited quietly for the answer.
Why don't you, Aliang, cherish the fourteenth realm of a sword cultivator so much?
"Because I cherish it very much. This hard-won Fourteenth Realm.
A Liang did not act rogue and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Sister Xinzhuang is not young and has traveled too little, so she doesn't understand." After all, it's hard to be a swordsman. "
Xinzhuang remained silent.
Whether it is a swordsman or a swordsman, everyone in the world recognizes it.
Only this man tried too hard to "pretend" "The gentle man is really annoying. I always feel that there is no need to be like this. I just want to be your sword fairy.
Xinzhuang onceAsk Mr. Zhou, if there were many people like A Liang in the world, how would he choose?
Mr. Zhou said with a smile, then I will not come to your hometown, and the reason why A-Liang is A-Liang is because there is only one A-Liang.
According to legend, the reason why A Liang wielded a sword alone and went on many rampages in the wild world was actually to find Zhou Mi, the "Jia Sheng" who had failed in the world and had to cry with ghosts and gods.
It’s just that Zhou Mi is still reluctant to see him.
A Liang stood up suddenly, with a solemn look on his face, and recited in a deep voice some words from a book that he had received early from his great divine will after studying in his youth.
My eyes are thousands of miles away, my mind is wandering in the wilderness, my courage is unparalleled, and the heavens are proud of me.
The clouds are steaming and the dragons are changing, and the trees are blooming in spring. Good fortune is mine, my heart and my hands?
All of A Liang’s words turned into golden words as big as mountains, smashing into the abyss under the golden futon.
The text further shows the golden dragon, the spring breeze, the trees and flowers, appearing in the white clouds, suppressing the evil spirit rising into the sky.
Confucian saints are righteous and upright. The Constitution of Heaven is in the mouth, and the law is followed when spoken.
In the deepest part of the ground, there was the movement of the earth collapsing, as if the road was blocked and had to retreat temporarily, but the remaining momentum still slowly spread to the golden futon.
The new makeup just feels thrilling.
The man wiped his head with both hands, and asked the big girl from Tuoyue Mountain with a smile: "Scholar, are you brave?!"
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