Sword Spirit is Also Slacking Off Today
by Leaving The Kite And Pulling The Wind
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Ling Chen always felt that there was something wrong with his luck. When I get the legendary ten thousand year spiritual milk, how can the effect be like that of three thousand years old? Why does the Taoist fruit given by the ancient Bodhi tree look a little wilted? Even the legendary ancient divine sword Fuguang, which he regarded as his master, seemed to be no different from an ordinary iron rod except for the harder material. Although the journey was smooth, he felt that his golden finger seemed a bit stingy. Ling Chen sighed at the sword: "Fuguang, Fuguang, why do I think my opportunity is not right?" The sword was silent and unresponsive. Inside the sword, Fuguang squinted his eyes contentedly, refining the last trace of Tao Fruit essence. [In the early stage, the main point of view is the male protagonist, probably a nurturing male protagonist]
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