Yunmian Xianzun is as cold as ice and has a sword in his tongue. He is recognized as the flower of the high mountains in the world of cultivation. Until she became possessed and died, no one in the whole sect shed tears for her. Only Luo Yao, her lifelong rival, smashed the Immortal Ceremony and cried bitterly while holding the memorial tablet covered in blood: "Sleeping for hundreds of years actually made you sleep like a dead person..." Halfway through crying, the memorial tablet in her hand suddenly vibrated, and a familiar voice of cold disgust came: "It's so noisy." "If you cry again, I will climb out of the coffin and sew your mouth -"
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Looks good, looks good, says important things three times
Looks good, looks good, says important things three times
Looks good, the logic is very clear
Howl look! The old enemy was right!