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Lin Xiaofei, a disciple of Xuanling Mountain, was ordered by his master to prevent the catastrophe of heaven and earth, but he had no choice but to rely on the magic stick, Ma Xiaoliang's hand, to secretly help him through one crisis after another. Being kept in the dark, the magician Ma Xiaoliang always thought that it was his own merits and was always in a state of disbelief. Until he could stand alone and recall the past, he later discovered that he was the clown, and Lin Xiaofei, who was hidden beside him and remained unknown and unshowy, was the real master... "Wait a minute, Pindao's spell delay is 100 million points. When I finish reading, you will be done!" Ma Xiaoliang was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a mahogany sword. He stood in a mass grave and looked at the shadows emerging from the graves, his voice trembling. "Hahaha!" The figures swarmed towards the frightened Ma Xiaoliang, threw him to the ground and scratched frantically, letting out bursts of cold laughter. "I guess, this spell delay is a bit too cheating...!" Ma Xiaoliang was thrown to the ground by those weird shadows, biting and scratching frantically, and at the same time let out a heart-rending scream. "You know you're slow to read the article but you're still pretending to be cool. Isn't this looking for death?" Lin Xiaofei stood aside and looked at Ma Xiaoliang, who was being bitten and scratched crazily by those shadows, and sighed helplessly, looking at him like a fool...