Ying Ziye leaned on the couch and opened his mouth to take the preserved fruit from the maid. "Congratulations to the host for living in peace for ten years and receiving the reward: the Secret of Immortality." Ten years ago, he transformed from Blue Star into the ninth son of Ying Zheng. He thought he was an ordinary Qin, but he found that the Qin, Han, Tang, Ming and Qing dynasties were all crowded together on the Kyushu Continent, and it was a world of high martial arts. The moment the Immortality Secret entered their bodies, the maids all froze - a terrifying aura was coming out of the Ninth Young Master.
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() Ying Ziye lowered his head and glanced at the few drops of blood on the long sword in his hand, and put on the harmless expression on his face again, and said with a smile: "I told you, they are all practicing martial arts, fighting and killing [something] [something] and be kind.) After reading a few chapters, they are all lacking. Either there are no words here or there are spaces there, like moth-eaten wood, there is either a hole here or a hole there.
() Ying Ziye lowered his head and glanced at the few drops of blood on the long sword in his hand, and put on the harmless expression on his face again, and said with a smile: "I told you, they are all practicing martial arts, fighting and killing [something] [something] and be kind.) After reading a few chapters, they are all lacking. Either there are no words here or there are spaces there, like moth-eaten wood, there is either a hole here or a hole there.