The Xue Yue Sect's Shen Zhendao, Shen Xianjun, and Master Shen, who used to be as cold as Kunlun Snow, have completely changed their temperament since they recovered from their injuries!
It is said that after he woke up, he could not help but give each of the disciples kneeling in front of the bed a powerful slap, almost accidentally injuring the leader with a gray beard beside him, and he became famous in one battle!
Shen Zhendao, who used to be cold and indifferent, has since reached Menglang, and his affairs have spread all over the three realms.
Some people sighed, this Shen Zhen Dao must be a journey through the door of life and death, and a profound understanding of the truth of life!
Some people wonder, could it be that Shen Zhendao was taken over by a bewitching ghost? This is such an unprecedented and unprecedented debauchery!
In fact, both statements are correct
No one in the Three Realms knew that inside Shen Zhen Daoyue's shell, which was as white and as cold as snow, now contained a libertine who grew up in a brothel, a bad boy.
He endured some inhuman torture on behalf of Shen Zhendao, who was forced to destroy his own soul. He was not like Shen Zhendao, who had a white-blooded saint's heart. He had struggled to grow up in the mud and powder since he was a child.
He entered the dens of wolves and tigers all by himself, like a jar of honey dove wine, which made several wolf cubs in the three worlds who were destroying the world become angry and bared their fangs, while they were so drunk that they became dizzy.
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He was used to living among thousands of flowers and thought he had nothing to fear.
But I never wanted to offend a true man, a libertine who is used to seeing the true and false, and he really can't bear it and can't let it go.
Alas, it is difficult to repay favor debts, and even more difficult to repay romantic debts!
1V1he!
Demining:
The author's taste is more tolerant. If you encounter a thunderstorm, please stop your losses in time. I wish you a happy life after reading your favorite novel.
Intention: The true love of a prodigal son cannot be exchanged for gold.