Ru Wu never thought that he would fall in love with that ruthless and ruthless little marquis. Even if that man used Shan Zi Sutra to make winter lotuses bloom for him and smell plum blossoms in summer, even if he came from thousands of miles away and gave up the victory he was about to win just to ask for a cup of "white snow" from him, he was never moved. But after the man fell off the cliff and died, why did he always think of him again? In order to meditate, Qingqing brewed tea every day, three times a day, and brewed it for three years.
'Mr. Gu, have you ever heard of such a saying, Piaomiao Peak, Aoqiong Palace, Immortal Tomb, Evil Demon Cave. '
'That's a newly-emerged killer organization with only five people in total. They are called 'Spring River Flower Moonlight Night' based on their martial arts skills. '
'Lengxue said that he saw a person who looked very similar to Fang Ying at Piaomiao Peak. '
He no longer remembers me, along with his ambition to dominate. That's fine, but why am I unwilling to do so... I'm not willing to accept it...
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