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I don't know what year or month, what state or county. There is a mountain outside the city. There is a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. There is an old man in the temple. The temple had been deserted for a long time, overgrown with weeds and dusty cobwebs, and some birds and beasts had built nests in it. When people pass by nearby, they will be alarmed by the rustling sound in the grass. If they turn around, they will find a pair of bright eyes on the furry head staring at them. On a dark blue night, many people have seen a snow-white fox squatting on the ridge of the hall, looking up at the moon, motionless.

In Fangshi, south of Huayin County, a new circus troupe was performing. The big tent was crowded with spectators, the crowd was dark, but there was no sound. Everyone held their breath and stared nervously at the stage. From behind the curtain, a low and ferocious roar sounded, and then, a khaki-colored tiger came out. It has a huge body, eyes like copper bells, and looks majestic. The crowd couldn't help but scream in surprise. There are square piers over four feet high on each side of the stage, with a long wooden board less than half a foot wide between them. Under the wooden board, there is a row of blazing braziers. The tiger jumped lightly onto the pier and walked onto the thin wooden plank. The wooden board was trembling, sinking and bending, as if it could not bear the weight and was about to break, and the tiger would fall into the brazier.

The cute young lady who only wanted to open a medicine shop and become a doctor accidentally joined the largest monastic sect; the sinister little lolita who only wanted to get rich but had no ambitions became a big devil that everyone feared; the cold Virgo who just wanted to be alone, but shouldered the important task of saving the world; an unusual adventure; a story about growth.

In a snow-covered valley, there is an old building surrounded by barbed wire. The room was dark and dilapidated, covered with dust, and there were many chemical instruments on the workbench, like a laboratory. Five men and women walked around, curious and exploring. "It has been more than sixty years and no one has discovered the ruins?" A girl said in wonder. "This place is called the 'Valley of Lost Souls'. Legend has it that there are terrible monsters that eat people. The locals dare not approach it. Let's leave quickly. Don't stay here. I always feel numb on my back."

The valley in the middle of the night is completely silent, covered with dark woods everywhere, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. Among them, there is a small section of the mountain wall that is bare and bare, with no grass growing on it. It is a piece of white translucent rock, flat and smooth, like jade; if you look closely, you will find that there are many dark red lines looming under the surface. A girl knelt in front of the rock, clasped her palms together, and lowered her head to pray: "The Great Immortal is above. This little girl sincerely worships and is willing to sacrifice her soul and flesh and blood, praying for the Immortal to appear."

My name is An Yamin, and I work for a biotechnology company. It is one of the top three pharmaceutical companies in the world. It has a production and R&D base in Donghai High-tech Industrial Park. Every year, the branch company sends employees with good performance and potential to the Boston headquarters for further training. Unexpectedly, in 2011, I was the only one selected. I was flattered, and at the same time I guessed that I was chosen because the higher-ups couldn't find a suitable candidate. Anyway, I was very happy. After completing all the formalities, I set off in a hurry. The first stop in the United States was San Francisco, because my aunt settled there. She was very enthusiastic and drove me around to eat, drink and have fun, and introduced American customs and people. After staying for three days, I said goodbye and transferred to Boston.

On the outskirts of Chang'an City, the sun is shining brightly and the willows are green. In the newly completed Furong Villa, the fifth literary symposium of this year is in progress. The owner of the villa is Li Sixun, a member of the royal family, who once served as the governor of Youzhou and other important positions. Because the wind behind the curtain of the Wu family was not in the right direction, he wisely retired to spend his time reciting poems and painting. Despite this, his reputation among the government and the public is still very important, which can be seen from the guests present today. Su Weiwei from Zhongshushe, Du Shenyan, the Prime Minister of Chang'an Prefecture, and Song Zhiwen, a bachelor of Chongwen Hall, all came to support him. The three of them are the most famous poets today.

On the city wall of Taiyuan Prefecture, the night is thick. The strong southeast wind blew by in waves, making a whining sound. The Fen River is like a violent giant dragon, rushing from the north, and suddenly slows down when it reaches the city - a huge eight-foot-high dam stretches across the river, with only three bridge holes left in the center. The river water surged and swirled under the dam, setting off huge waves. A soldier standing guard shrank his neck and muttered: "The weather this year is so strange. There was a drought for several months, and then it rained for half a month. Could it be that the Dragon King is angry?" Another person echoed: "In my opinion, the city must be built in the river, which disturbed the Dragon Palace's feng shui..." Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across, lighting up most of the night sky. A terrifying humanoid monster appeared more than ten feet away from the city wall.

The winter in Wuhan is not only cold, but also humid. Even if you turn the air conditioner to the maximum setting, you can't resist the slightest chill. In an office in Building 2 of Optics Valley Base, Qi Xia was wearing three sweaters, her hands shivering in her long sleeves. "Brother Cat, I've decided on a name for the readers' meeting. It's called 'Code 27', which not only means that there are 27 people attending the party, but also creates a sense of mystery." "Yes." A certain cat nodded slightly, deeply. He is in his late thirties, tall and thin, taciturn, and has an expressionless face as if he had been given too much Botox. This kind of cool uncle style is very attractive to some little girls, and the new Qi Xia admires him very much and always hangs around him.

It was an ordinary day, the sky was neither sunny nor cloudy, there was no wind, and a few clouds hung lazily in the light gray sky. Yu Jin sat lazily at his desk, holding his chin, looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze, bored. The police station was very quiet, and most of the colleagues were out in the field. In order to stimulate the tourism economy and promote the city's image, T County is holding a customs and culture festival. Today is the opening ceremony, with tens of thousands of people participating, including big leaders from the province.

There were two people standing in front of the bulletin board of the Taiyuan government office. One is a tall young Taoist priest whose gray robes have been washed white. The other is a young girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a light yellow dress and a big braid. The two of them were concentrating on reading a notice: "A charity bazaar will be held at Feilong Pavilion on March 15th to benefit the countryside. If you are interested, please contact Master Yang to sign up. On February 29th, Taiyuan Prefecture will announce it." The notice was short and meaningless, but the story behind it was very rich. Since last year, there has been no rain in Taiyuan, so the government decided to hold a charity sale to help the victims. The gentry enthusiastically donated treasures, the most valuable of which was a thumb-sized purple diamond called "Purple Linglong" belonging to the wealthy businessman Fang Shimao.

When Ye Lang walked into Dingding Gate, snowflakes started to fall over Luoyang City. First in twos and threes, and then gradually more densely. People walked through the snow and quickened their pace. But Ye Lang was still leisurely, holding the yellow gelding and strolling along Dingdingmen Street, enjoying the scenery with great interest. The avenue in front of us is majestic, fifty feet wide and more than seven miles long. The ground is paved with fine sand. It is the main road of Luoyang City, connecting Dingding Gate to the south and Tianjin Bridge to the north - at the other end of the bridge is the imperial palace.

"I know what you have done." Xu Lin looked up from the photo album and said with cold eyes and murderous intent. She works as a real estate agent in Poly Building, responsible for maintaining the daily operations above the 30th floor. Her job is very easy. After cleaning the public areas before 10:30, she is basically idle. Therefore, she always runs to me when she has nothing to do, grabs the computer from me to fight zombies, is obsessed with all kinds of handsome men and celebrities, gossips about the privacy of the residents in the building, etc. I'm really annoyed with this guy, but there's nothing I can do about it, because she's my landlord.

Sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the living room brightly. It was quiet inside Renjie Investigation Office. I was buried in front of the computer, concentrating on operating the keyboard and mouse, and together with my teammates, I launched the third wave of attacks on the enemy base. Speaking of which, it's really shameful to spend a sweet Valentine's Day like this. I vented my resentment on the Frost Sword, slashing, slashing, killing! For the tribe! The health bar of the enemy's base camp was about to be cleared. Waiting for my warrior Blood Fury Feilong Aotian to launch another big move - ding dong, ding dong, the doorbell rang at an inappropriate time.

Those who rob, lure and sell, and those who share wealth and lose silk with friends in gambling will be raised in the great hell of heat and anger, and will be sent to the smaller hell of having their tongues pulled out and their cheeks pierced to suffer. Xiao Meng turned around the mountain col, and a manor with green tiles and white walls appeared in front of him. This was the famous Lengyue Villa in the martial arts world. Who doesn't know the four words "Leng Yue Seven Stars"? Their stories are spread everywhere in the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants. Even if you are not a martial artist, you still know that Ye Huanshan, Mr. Lengyue of Dahuang Mountain, is the best master in the world. His six apprentices are all over the world and dominate the world. Xiao Meng is the sixth disciple. He received an urgent letter from the fourth senior sister more than ten days ago: July 13th, Lengyue Villa. Earlier, Gu Su, the fourth disciple of Leng Yue Sect, "Fairy Qiqiao" went to southern Xinjiang for business. There was no news for a long time. Rumors spread that she was assassinated by the Five Poisons Sect.

When Gao Lei woke up, the director of the institute, Rubins, was lying on his back three meters away, with a large pool of dark red liquid flowing out from under his body. For the first half minute, Gao Lei didn't understand what was going on. His head ached and his consciousness was numb and sluggish. The entire bottle of whiskey he drank probably a few hours ago was still taking effect. He raised his arms and grabbed the corners of the experimental table, pushed himself up, wandered over to Rubins, and watched blankly. The leather shoes stepped on the dark red liquid, leaving distinct footprints.