
Flowing Water Crossing the Past 1
About This Novel
(Original title: "A Hero Is Like a Dream") In the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty, the heroes were at war with each other, and conspiracies and tricks alternated. After taking off the hypocritical skin, humanity is fully revealed. The "chivalry" of Jianghu is nothing more than this, and the so-called "hero" is only superficial. However, things are changeable and people's hearts are unpredictable. "Martial arts" are in the past. Let's read the article...
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Seize the day and night, and become a god with one book
Come on, I wish you to become a god soon.
Looks good, come on
Have a good rest and keep up the good work
If there is something to be done, it will be done; if the cauldron sinks the boat, a hundred and two Qin passes will eventually return to Chu; if a person works hard, God will not let him down; if he sleeps on the salary and tastes courage, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.
Life is a beautiful and winding path, with beautiful flowers, butterflies, and numerous fruits on the roadside, but we rarely stop to watch or chew it. We only single-mindedly long to reach the more beautiful and open road in our imagination. However, on the way forward, the shadows of the trees gradually became desolate, the flowers and butterflies disappeared, and the fruits disappeared, and finally I found that I had reached a desert.
Come on, come on, do your best
Make sure you take a good rest
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Official(4)Scraped 3d ago
Seize the day and night, and become a god with one book
Come on, I wish you to become a god soon.
Looks good, come on
Have a good rest and keep up the good work
If there is something to be done, it will be done; if the cauldron sinks the boat, a hundred and two Qin passes will eventually return to Chu; if a person works hard, God will not let him down; if he sleeps on the salary and tastes courage, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.
Life is a beautiful and winding path, with beautiful flowers, butterflies, and numerous fruits on the roadside, but we rarely stop to watch or chew it. We only single-mindedly long to reach the more beautiful and open road in our imagination. However, on the way forward, the shadows of the trees gradually became desolate, the flowers and butterflies disappeared, and the fruits disappeared, and finally I found that I had reached a desert.
Come on, come on, do your best
Make sure you take a good rest









