Guan He was reborn as a loser, his cultivation was ruined and his spiritual roots were destroyed. He looked up at the sky forty degrees and rolled his eyes at his bloody time-travel plot. "Okay." Guan He stood up, raised his hand and patted the ashes on his buttocks, stretched out his waist, exhaled a long breath of turbid air that belonged to the past and present life, put down his hand and paused, suddenly the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed. "Guan Xiaoqiang is not called for nothing."
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Dark-bellied, sultry and loyal dog attack × shrewd pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, 1v1 double clean, no child, no virgin, readers and friends can eat with confidence\\^O^/ Newcomers, new articles, thank you for the favor~=￣ω￣= This work is purely fictional Keywords: Power, cultivation, historical and cultural fiction