The situation is unpredictable, the stars are moving, the demon world is in shock, and the Pixing Pavilion has suffered a catastrophe.
A prairie fire burned down the former No. 1 Holy sect of the Demon Sect, the elder of the Patriarch Hall was assassinated, and Pixing Pavilion ceased to exist.
The Grand Pavilion Master had no choice but to escape with his remaining disciples. By mistake, he passed by Wandie Mountain and fought with the evil beasts in the mountain. However, due to a catastrophe, his magic power was weak and he was at a disadvantage. A touch of rose red accompanied by the fragrance of flowers passed by...
Looking back at the vastness, the Grand Pavilion Master looked at the past, looked into the distance through the misty smoke, and collided with the red.
A hundred years of laughter, all grudges are gone.
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This is the story of a gentle village owner and a naive pavilion owner
Intention: The person in front of you is the person in your mind