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On the campus in May, the tender green leaves are surrounded by delicate flowers, which look crystal clear under the warm sunshine. On the trail, two energetic girls were talking and laughing, and the scene was as beautiful as an oil painting.

A fantasy history, slow-burning, not a cool novel There are no routines, no systems, no time travel, no golden fingers, no immortality, no fantasy, no routines, no pretense. Yes, it's just a story

"I want to build a thatched house halfway up the mountain, then open a field and plant some fruits and vegetables. In the morning, I will enjoy the sunshine, sip tea, read scriptures, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky." "I make a meal by myself at noon, then I stroke my full belly and take a nap in the warm sunshine. When I have nothing to do, I pick weeds and play with the fields." "On the mountain, the mist arises by itself at night. You can carefully count the formations all over the sky in the hazy moment. You can see the boundless silver light hanging on the high jade plate, dancing gently in the wind." "When I fell asleep, there were insects buzzing in my ears..." "Stop talking nonsense!" The young man's longing was interrupted by the pleasant but impatient voice of a girl: "There is a 'Heron Puppet' in a canyon fifty miles away, and a group of monks from the outside sect are heading there. Do you want to continue planning how to open the fields, or go and grab the treasure." The young man sighed and said softly: "There happens to be a missing heron in my field. This thing is destined to me, so I should get it." The girl stopped talking, but the contempt in her eyes was not concealed at all...

The heavy rain and the puddles of water reflected the young Sannin's still resolute face in the face of the demigods! The waves are turbulent, and the unruly captain commands the ghost pirate ship to fly among the waves! Under a clear sky, on the endless grassland, the windmills are expressing their longing. The majestic military fortress is under continuous artillery fire and is singing a heroic lament. This is a war without a winner. Magic castle on the lake... A dilapidated temple under a big locust tree... In······ If an old man in his thirties wants to appreciate these scenery, he needs to finish this fucking high school first! The first step is to penetrate the Woma continent!