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"The free air is really great." Chi Yue has really been yearning for this kind of life for a long time! It's really not good to be too pampered. Girls with older brothers also have a lot of troubles! Chi Yue was deeply moved. "You said that if you continue like this, you will soon become a killer in the industry. Recently, you have not been able to make announcements or accept dramas. You are still looking for trouble for me. Are you going to go to heaven!" Leng Xiaoxiao looked at the people in front of her and felt the urge to kill. "Isn't it as serious as you say if I just find an assistant?" Shen Mo said disapprovingly. "That's easy to say." Leng Xiaoxiao snorted coldly. "Well, I think that person is very suitable." Silence's slender fingers pointed in the distance. Leng Xiaoxiao looked in the direction~~~~~~

"Mommy, I'm going to school. Can you get up now? It's time to work? Don't forget that you still have a son to raise." The little guy who went to kindergarten said to his mother who was still lying in bed. "Have a rest today, I have a headache. Don't forget to bring change, remember to buy breakfast, and be careful when crossing the street." A hand with slender arms and long fingers stretched out from the quilt, waving to the air, matching the sound of someone who had not yet woken up. "Hey!" The little guy was helpless, why did he end up with such a mother? No wonder this guy spent all his hard-earned savings over the past few years and still wanted to buy an apartment in this community just so he could sleep in every day and not have to send himself to school. Diagonally opposite the back door of their community is an educational base that integrates kindergarten, primary school, and junior high school. It is simply a once and for all experience. Yu Jingfeng woke up in the middle of the night and was very distressed. How could he have such a dream at his age? It was just an unexpected encounter, and the woman was not so stunning that it kept people awake at night! He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the lingering figure in his mind. He patted his head, looked at the time, stood up and drank some water, looking at the night outside the balcony and lost in thought.

What I want is someone who can accompany me to the end of the world with my sword, but you have your own mission. Which one is the real you, cold and lonely, or gentle and virtuous? Can you stop for me?

The autumn wind is blowing, adding a bit of coolness to the night. The world that seems calm will always have stormy waves at unexpected times. How can you stay out of it while you are in it? Look at my sword pointing straight at the world, fighting for a place for you, and you can roam freely in troubled times. Does it matter who I am and where I come from? I am who I am, let's see how I can create an indestructible empire with my own hands in this world where the weak eat the strong.