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On the day when Su Huan became a disciple, he knelt down and knelt down. His figure looked particularly thin in the wind on the steep mountain. At that time, Wei Zhiling made up her mind, no matter whether he was dull in talent or some kind of martial arts prodigy, as long as she was here, he could live a peaceful life as the son of a Wuhou without any skills.
Unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and life and death depend on fate but not on one's heart.
When she finished her long sleep, the prince who was protected by her had already stood in the treacherous waves, looking at all the evil spirits.
What is ridiculous is that the Chao Gang is in turmoil and the sect is bleeding. All the chaos is just a game of chess played by one person to prove the truth.
And they are all pawns.
What is Tao? What is righteousness? What is Jianghu?
She wanted to ask, pointing her sword at the thirteen prefectures, raining blood across the rivers and lakes, annihilating all the old capitals of her homeland, and cutting off the wisp of awe-inspiring wind in her heart.
Intention: Where is the world?
