Zhang Ye traveled through the world of tomb robbers and owned a courtyard house in Panjiayuan at the beginning. The system signs in every day, and what comes is either a golden talisman or a Qiu seal, or a group of golden roosters with angry eyes. He thought it was taking up space, so he threw them all in the window as exhibits. Until that day, Da Jinya led Hu Bayi and others through the door - Hu Bayi stared at the entire book "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique" with trembling eyes. Shirley Yang looked at Faqiu Yin and her voice trembled. Fatty Wang scratched the window and touched the golden charms, drooling all over the floor. "S-Senior... Are you still in need of handymen here?" Zhang Ye waved his hand: "No, but there is a shortage of a few pathfinders in the Longling Cave." Later, in the tomb of King Xian. When everyone was helpless in the face of the evil mechanism, Zhang Ye snapped his fingers, and a flock of angry-eyed chickens came out behind him. "Professional matters must be left to professionals." Later, in front of the bronze door. Zhang Ye showed off the Taotie tattoos all over his back, and for the first time, his brother's unicorn blood felt suppressed. "You..." "Don't be nervous," Zhang Ye smiled, "I'm just here to sign in."
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There is an asterisk*, magic modification.
The writing is so speechless. The author has to use the number * if he doesn't write anything.
Pretending is a slap in the face. This is because you chose to just pretend.
There is an asterisk*, magic modification.
The writing is so speechless. The author has to use the number * if he doesn't write anything.
Pretending is a slap in the face. This is because you chose to just pretend.