I Relied on the System to Defeat the Demon King
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There is a Xuanqing Sect on the top of Kunlun Mountain. When the wind blows, the sleeves of the robe will puff up. Shen Guyun stood on the edge of the cliff and counted if any of his disciples were missing. Zhu Fengyi was arguing with the kitchen god in the kitchen and insisted on stewing a pot of soup that would make people laugh. Gu Qinglan squatted in the medicine garden and reasoned with a disobedient Ganoderma lucidum. Yan Jianing sat on the steps holding his knees, waiting for his senior brothers and sisters to come back for dinner. Later, Jiang Lianhua came, with a cold face and not very talkative. Here comes Mu Jinghong again, who idles around all day long, and his collar is never neatly tied. Some people couldn't stand the way Jiang Lianhua ignored everyone and gossiped behind his back. Mu Jinghong heard this, smiled and leaned over, stuffing a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her hand in front of everyone. "Sister," he shouted, "it's sweet." Jiang Lianhua looked down at the piece of cake and said nothing. But later Gu Qinglan discovered that she had secretly folded the wax paper of the cake and put it under the pillow. The days went by like this. Zongmen Xiaobi, Shen Guyun opened a small stove for everyone. Yan Jianing hid and cried after losing, then continued practicing after crying. Zhu Fengyi made a new snack and was the first to bring it to Jiang Lianhua. Mu Jinghong got into trouble, and all the disciples in the academy helped him cover up his lies. They all thought they could live like this for the rest of their lives.
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