Once, the boundless splendor of the past faded like smoke. The martial world of the Central Plains splintered once more, with conflict breaking out everywhere. In the years that followed, no one could ever again ascend to the throne at Lin Yuan Pavilion.
From then on, who would control the myriad currents of the martial world and stir up storms across the five lakes?
Who would watch from a place of solitude, gazing at a tenderness forever beyond reach? Who would brew fresh green-ant wine while wondering why their beloved had not returned? And who would climb to the peak atop the corpses of the defeated, stand unrivaled beneath the heavens, and live only for the present?
A white figure was lying on a narrow single bed. The pink fan in front of him was spinning, and the breeze was coming. The pale figure on the single bed remained calm and motionless no matter how the fan in front of him rotated. It's hot, weirdly hot, the fan is spinning wildly, and its fan blades can't be seen. It's so hot that you can smell the aroma of raw meat roasting on the fire. Si Wuxie had already woken up, but she was just too hot to move. Besides, falling into a huge pit that lasted ten thousand years would not make anyone want to make a sound. Yes, without spiritual food to feed her, how could she have the strength to move. She remembered that she was busy writing and writing, and she tried her best to wait until Xian Ge published her article. Although it is impossible to write more all at once, it is still better than reading what you have written. The moment I saw Xian Ge's post, I tried my best to restrain myself from laughing wildly. After not seeing an update for so many days, my heart suddenly sank into darkness. The girl tried to cheer up, or to press for updates. However, the sadness deep in her heart forced her to stop trying. Yes, she was too lazy to code her own articles. Seeing the sinful click was really heart-wrenching. There won't be more clicks in the future. When I think of this, the clicks on the columns of great gods come to mind. I can't help but sneer in my heart, write a stupid article, look at those sinful clicks of yours, you don't overestimate your ability, are you still dreaming of becoming a great god? She knew that she actually had a dream in her heart. It was not a big dream, but she wanted to write the story in her heart. She knew that he was a girl who liked to write stories. She started to write stories a long time ago, and she didn't want to give up in the future. . 55B3 A long time passed, and when she figured it out and touched her phone, she climbed up and saw the message from Xian Ge. A smile flashed through her slightly squinted eyes, Damn, I won't give up! . Come on Xiange!!!
It's hot, weirdly hot, the fan is spinning wildly, and its fan blades can't be seen. It's so hot that you can smell the aroma of raw meat roasting on the fire.
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