
The Swimming Fish Goes North and Returns to the Underworld as Kun
by Yi'er
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When Lu Mingzhi was fourteen years old, someone threw the iron certificate of his family's alchemy book in front of him. From then on, he marched north, and there was no Mingzhi in the world. You Yu went north and returned to the underworld as Kun. After ascending to the Nine-Five-year-old, he wanted to go back to the time when he was fourteen years old and call the girl who threw the iron coupon of the elixir book: "A Ying..." The new book "After the Fireworks Have Dissipated, It Looks Like I Have Gone Home" is now available. Welcome to watch.
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🍁The author's writing style is great, the writing style reveals a sense of humor, the characters are also very full and three-dimensional, and the plot is also very fascinating... 🍂Then, it's very sweet. Girls who like sweet articles shouldn't miss it😄 🌼I especially like the domineering look of the heroine. She kicked the hero off the sedan with one kick, which is very touching, isn't it?




High-scoring works from roadside stall reviews Introduction to the work: When Lu Mingzhi was fourteen years old, someone threw the iron certificate of his family's alchemy book in front of him. From then on, he marched north, and there was no Mingzhi in the world. Youyu went north and returned to the underworld as Kun. After ascending to the Nine-Fiveth Master, he wanted to go back to the time when he was fourteen and call the girl who broke the iron coupon of the elixir book: "Aying..."



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I regard my family, country, and world as salt, and my great love of life and death as vinegar. I caught Kunpeng and stewed it in a pot, turning it into the dream of a hero in troubled times. Qi Kun's Deep Ming will one day hold great power and sit in the temple, but the cinnabar in her heart is her, and the moonlight in her sleeves is also her.












