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If I don't fall into the trap, who will? The wind in the world of cultivation is very strong, um, very strong. The rain in the world of cultivation is very urgent, yes it is very urgent. The road to self-cultivation is very long, it's just a long fart, that's all. A sword comes from the sky. Watch me draw the sword. . . . Flying too fast, let's not compete

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! Since ancient times, it has been difficult for women to cultivate immortality, the rebirth of chicken feathers in the land, a sect whose orthodoxy is almost extinct, the difficulties of little people, survival or destruction? The burden of responsibility, the immortal who cannot ascend, and the push for the bridal chamber are destined to be difficult in this battle between immortals and demons. This is one person's path to immortality, and it is also the path to immortality for a group of people.

"Is this Xiao Xiaolan? Let Aunt give me a hug." Xiao Qing reached out and picked up Zheng Lan's fire spirit. "Auntie Xiangxiang" Baji was kissed. "Hahahaha, you are so cute" line. "That's my mother, why do I need you to kiss me?" Huo Ling yelled loudly and was kicking his ass to pretend that he was no longer pretending, but suddenly he felt embarrassed. "... You silly boy, hurry up, mother, help you pretend." Xiao Qing was startled and quickly put Xiao Xiaolan down to help her son pretend to be a small spar.