"Master, please don't abandon Nian'er."
'Lin Nian'er''s tall body knelt down with a clang, her hands tightly hugging the thighs of the Fifth Immortal Lord, her eyes filled with tears.
"Lin Nian'er, that's enough. Get up."
The Fifth Immortal Master's face was full of unbearability, and he could only close his eyes tightly, twisting the seal with his slender hands, and a bright white light rushed towards the long sword on the waist of 'Lin Nian'er'.
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The Morrowind Sword was broken into thousands of pieces, and 'Lin Nian'er's' heart was also broken into slag just like the sword.
"Master, I am Zhaoming!" Baili Zhaoming's eyes were red.
"I don't know you, get out of here!" Zhao Nian'er freed his hands, but accidentally slapped Baili Zhaoming.
"Master, please, don't abandon your disciple." Baili Zhaoming knelt and hugged Zhao Nian'er's slender waist.
"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name." Don't seek fame or merit, and forget yourself.
Build a career, build a career, build a career. Say important things three times!
Intention: In front of career, all love and love are just a cloud.