Please Return

Name: Please Return
Author: Braised Tangerine Peel

by Braised Tangerine Peel

completed Xuanhuan High Fantasy Martial Arts Male Lead

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715Kwords185chapters

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Ch. 185 — Senluo Mining Forest

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About This Novel

The Great Sage took a sip of monkey wine and felt that it tasted wrong: "Why does it look like Lao Baigan?" Lei Zhenzi's hands were filled with thunder, and Thor, the god of thunder, held Mjolnir in his hand. Who had the higher voltage? Jin Chan met Daga. Two monks with two bald heads passed by each other, one facing west and the other facing east. Barbarian King Tyr dragged his battle ax on the blood-red earth, Athena took the Twelve Saints to the far north, and the Frost Giants crawled toward the magma. Ning Chunchuan broke through his master's body and went down the mountain with his sword on his back. Juque went to Fog Lantern City and entered the sword way through the way of gods and demons, which is the only way in ancient and modern times. After Chen Geng heard about it, he was a little puzzled. Didn't Juque leave the word "que" on Ningchun River? Li Jianchen climbed to the top of the sword pavilion humming "Eight Hundred Peaks of the Sword Dao, see me turning into a hill". The sword energy is the longest in ancient and modern times. The lost swordsman in Fuso was learning the art of making meatloaf from the meatloaf pan maker. Zhao He next to him shouted, "Is this the sword master?" The white-haired old man smiled and said: "A true master always has the heart of an apprentice." Sima Mingcheng finally finished writing the last word. Emperor Wu frowned, "Di Qing, why didn't you read a saint?" "Half because of common people and half because of Juan." The minister of Dali Temple said calmly. Hengzhi hugged his junior brother, feeling lucky to be able to watch him grow up. Jingfeng jumped over the wall, pointed at Sang Ge who was cooking the food and said: "It smells so good, what's your name?" Sang Ge paused: "How about calling Buddha Jumping Over the Wall?" When history turns into legend, when legend turns into myth, when myth becomes speckled. Their names and their stories are still circulating.