
The Chosen Talent is Not a Worker Anchor
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Ye Qian felt that he was truly the chosen one. Otherwise, why was the golden elixir monk who was about to kill me killed by a meteor? No, it's not a shooting star, it's this bronze mirror, it's my golden finger that's arrived. The monthly fixed rewards are all kinds of precious cultivation materials such as fairy spiritual energy, black and yellow energy, and even occasional rewards of fairy weapons and elixirs. Is this a salary? No matter what, my, Ye Qian, journey to invincibility is about to begin. Fairyland In the Bingxuan Dao Palace, Xuan Bingxian Zun changed his past aloofness and laughed while looking at the bronze mirror in front of him. He casually picked up a cherry from the fruit plate on the table and threw it into the bronze mirror. In the abyss of the underworld, the old man under the underworld smiled with a treacherous look on his face. He pressed his nose and flicked his fingers, and a booger flew into the bronze mirror. In the Yaozun House, a weak little girl looked at the mirror and kept wiping her tears. She took out a Nine-turn Golden Pill. After thinking about it for a while, she casually pulled out a radish from the side and threw it into the mirror. Ye Qian, who was seriously injured, lay helplessly in a cave, holding a big radish in his arms and chewing on it, thanking the bronze mirror over and over again for saving his life.
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