An ethereal valley, an independent fairyland, has welcomed its destined person after a long period of waiting.
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"Young Master, Young Master, it's not good! That white-haired Taoist priest is here again!"
"Little Aier, your young master and I have been friends for many years. It is normal for good friends to visit each other. How can you say that I am here just for a meal?"
Looking at Jianzi Xianji, who was walking leisurely and with a calm look on his face, a few black lines could not help but flow down Dao Suixin's forehead.
"Bridge Master, Bridge Master! This is our last job in this land of destiny!"
"Little Aier, your young master has plenty of money, just a few jobs, just buy more."
As the words fell, there was a crisp sound. Dao Suixin held the only surviving teacup in her hand, closed her eyes, and tried to be out of sight.
"Uncle Su, our young master is not here."
"Little Aier, children are not allowed to lie, especially if they tell lies with their eyes open, that would be even more wrong."
Sitting in the pavilion, Dao Suixin looked at the half-smile smile on Su Huanzhen's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
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Dao Suixin looked at the sky speechlessly. He had experienced too much in the past, but now he just wanted to be a spectator in the mortal world, but why was everything unsatisfactory? What went wrong?