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Liu Wen just wanted to make three hundred yuan, but why did she run into a gambling game set by the gods? She looked at the light dumplings jumping up and down in the air and raised her forehead: "Save your life?" "Just do it if you can save your life. If you don't, we won't talk."

Ye Qingmo doesn't want to become an immortal, nor does she want to live forever. She feels that the longer a person lives, the more tired he becomes. To her, just a few hundred years is already a long time. She has suffered enough from the hardships of life. Wouldn't it be even more difficult to live anymore? Therefore, when an experienced immortal asked her if she wanted to become an immortal, she decisively refused. The immortal shook his head and sighed, saying that she knew nothing, and then flew with his sword like in the legend. She doesn't understand the immortal's regret, but the immortal doesn't understand her happiness either. What she wants is just a home, food, and clothing. But later, she discovered that this was the most difficult dream to realize. Overnight, family members are gone and the scenery is gone. The tiles are broken, the pillars are broken, the flowers are broken and the willows are defeated. The smoke is rising, and there is no one to send the letter. At this moment, living has become another pillar of her life. Climb the path to immortality and ask the heavens! Can there be permanent spring in the world? !

Meng Jia had a stubborn temper and refused to admit defeat. Even if he was betrayed by his trusted master, he would just look at him coldly and then give him a fatal blow. The world is huge, how can a small square place imprison a free bird? Meng Jia, who was wanted by the sect, smiled slightly, rode on the stolen donkey, swung his whip, shouted, and ran towards the wilderness with a smile. Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can, this is her creed. If you were to live forever, you would have to travel all over the world.