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He was once a strong man with incredible cultivation talent, but he was surrounded and killed and fell into this world. At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that he was reborn in the modern world five hundred years later. The rapid development of human technology has not eradicated the profession of monks. Start all over again. He begins his journey again, and at the same time, he learns more about the world. The demon spirit is floating outside the city. It is a strange and dangerous creature. Gods who only exist in legends have powerful souls. It is said that the souls will come to the world. Will it be a blessing or a disaster?
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It's time for an update. Please accept the confession.
(I) I can't bear to be like this (Giving birth to a) daughter is like marrying a neighbor (Please) listen to me (Multiple) love hurts parting since ancient times (finger) Jiutian thinks it is right (teaching) people to recall Chang'an with spirit
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I have completely forgotten the plot. When can I update it again? It wouldn't be i without explosive updates.💔
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"That year, when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, your clothes were flying, as elegant as a fairy; that day, when the swallows were flying together, you played the piano and sighed softly, looking at the blue sky; at that moment, the falling flowers were hovering, and you danced gracefully, laughing drunkenly. Last night there was all singing and dancing in the courtyard, today the garden is filled with fallen flowers, and there are spare poems wrapped around the hanging beams, but the snow falls silently. Looking at the falling flowers from a distance, it is hard to smell the chirping of insects and birds. The falling snow weighs down the cold plums, and I can only smell the fragrance of the remaining flowers. I have also stepped into this rolling world of mortals, with deep rivers and lakes. I was young and ignorant but ended up with scars all over my body. Now that I have given up my thoughts and become empty, I am all alone. The moon is setting and the stars are sinking. I sit in the pavilion and watch all the lies and truths in this world. "
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Official(37)Scraped 2mo ago
It's time for an update. Please accept the confession.
(I) I can't bear to be like this (Giving birth to a) daughter is like marrying a neighbor (Please) listen to me (Multiple) love hurts parting since ancient times (finger) Jiutian thinks it is right (teaching) people to recall Chang'an with spirit
Good reviews, good reviews, good reviews, good reviews, good reviews
Forget the plot
I have almost forgotten the plot~
Say hello to Brother Dawei
Support writing, come on, come on, come on💪
Big Viagra doesn't love us anymore
Big Viagra, you don't love us anymore, you lost us
One sentence ✌️
I have completely forgotten the plot. When can I update it again? It wouldn't be i without explosive updates.💔
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Check in and check out, I am not only number one in book circles, but also number one in chapters~
I bought it~ Congratulations on the Viagra ticket reaching 1,000! (I cast the last two votes (bad smile))
"That year, when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, your clothes were flying, as elegant as a fairy; that day, when the swallows were flying together, you played the piano and sighed softly, looking at the blue sky; at that moment, the falling flowers were hovering, and you danced gracefully, laughing drunkenly. Last night there was all singing and dancing in the courtyard, today the garden is filled with fallen flowers, and there are spare poems wrapped around the hanging beams, but the snow falls silently. Looking at the falling flowers from a distance, it is hard to smell the chirping of insects and birds. The falling snow weighs down the cold plums, and I can only smell the fragrance of the remaining flowers. I have also stepped into this rolling world of mortals, with deep rivers and lakes. I was young and ignorant but ended up with scars all over my body. Now that I have given up my thoughts and become empty, I am all alone. The moon is setting and the stars are sinking. I sit in the pavilion and watch all the lies and truths in this world. "















