
Long Shu Twelve Times
by Sword Fire
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There are twelve heavens in the world, and there are nine states in the human world. Above Qing Ming, the Xuanzhu Palace in the Twelve Palaces suddenly became dark. The silver sand of the Milky Way in the copper leakage of the Qintian Prison suddenly boiled and burned through the star dial made of thousands of years of black ice. That night, the Star Viewing Pavilion was in flames, burning half of the city of Jizhou red. When Kong Jinxian stepped on the tile fragments and stepped into the ruins, the scorched beams were still dripping with scarlet juice. He leaned over and picked up half of the tortoise shell. The cracks matched the missing corrosion marks on the Lingyue Monument. Zhao Liang's chuckle could be heard in the distance, and the swaying bun of hair flickered in and out of the smoke, like a paper snake fluttering on a soul-inducing flag. "The Twelve Stars were in chaos, and the Kyushu cauldron collapsed." The secret letter from Jizhou Mansion was still laced with ambergris, but fine drops of blood seeped out from the edge of the letter paper. Li Gonglin stroked the scroll from Qingzhou, and Mo Long's eyes turned to the direction of Sangshan at some point. After three more beeps, three snake-shaped stars suddenly appeared in the painting, which perfectly matched the missing tails of the three snakes that had escaped from the Lingyue Monument. The shackles of Nian Xifa made the sound of gold and stone in prison. He licked the blood amber condensed on his wrist, and the inscriptions on the Western sword rippled like scales in the moonlight. When the first drop of blood fell to the ground, the rustling sound of snakes shedding their skins sounded simultaneously from the thirty-six wells in Jizhou City, and half of the bronze snake tail slowly floated in the black water gushing out from the bottom of the Lingyue Monument...
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