Mo Xiaoli climbed out of the mud as usual, but found that something was wrong with the world. Why were everyone else avoiding me? Fortunately, her friend Chu Yi was still there, and her skills in making steamed buns had improved by leaps and bounds, which was amazing.
When I woke up, I found that the first grade of junior high school was carrying me. It turned out to be a dream, so it was okay.
They were going to Xuantian Sect to become a disciple and find help from a sword cultivator named Xie Tingzhou. Since Chu Yi said so, they had no choice but to go.
Who would have thought that that person, looking so sanctimonious, would be so disgusting, and would draw a sword to kill someone. She is innocent!
Others persuaded people with persuasive words and agreed to help. Do I care? But for the sake of my friends, I can't bear it.
He was preaching again, and it turned out to be better to cut him off with a sword.
She waved the mahogany sword in her hand, imagining it was the face of Muzhuangzi. Well, wait until she has achieved great success in swordsmanship.
Purpose: live a good life