·On that day you were the banished immortal, the moon was bright in the water, and I was the one with three inches of snow on the eaves.
·You turn around and look, there are piles of corpses behind you, and the blood is vying to drown your head. What can you do to resist? You only have love.
Chu Ling was an ordinary cleaning disciple in Tunxia Mountain. He was assigned to clean the ten thousand-level ladder every day. No one knew about his cultivation. It seemed that he had been picked up by Chaos Peak to do odd jobs since he was a child.
After hundreds of years like this, a sudden change occurred. When Chu Ling woke up, he found that he had become Song Pingu, the number one sword cultivator in Tunxia Mountain. His good psychological quality allowed him to get up and continue working on his mountain ladder business.
Therefore, for the next two hundred years in Tunxia Mountain, the number one in the world, dressed in black and with a cold face, could be seen every day staring at the mountain ladder at his feet with a warlike and bloodthirsty look.
Everyone in Tunxia Mountain:? ? ? Help! Did he suddenly feel unhappy looking at the mountain ladder and want to explode? !
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Song Pingu lowered his head and scanned the mountain stairs, and raised his eyes to look at the mountains in the distance through the layers of green leaves.
Occasionally when the moon shines particularly melancholy, thoughts will brush through his hair like feathers.
But he didn't know who he was missing. He was in pain and confused.
Until he held the sword and saw Chu Lian, who was leaning on the couch and turned into a puddle of mud.
Chu Lian held the pipe in his slender hand and smiled sweetly like honey at him in the smoke. Song Pingu squeezed his hand tightly.
"It's our first time meeting you. Nice to meet you." Chu Lian said.
"You're welcome and safe."
Purpose: Sweeping mountain ladders also has great ambitions, and I love what I do.
