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After five years of hard training in the mountains, I once came down to practice. Yan Zhimo's soul traveled through the Tang Dynasty, and he was still thinking about how to act chivalrously and repay revenge. Until he met the scribe who called himself "Su Wuming" and the private soldier holding a spear beside him. "Lu... Lu Lingfeng?!" The teacup in his hand shattered with a sound, and he suddenly remembered that this was the world of Tang Wei - and the two people in front of him were the walking "gods of death"! Is it still too late to run now?

Sigh in this life, sigh in this life, in the next life you will turn into butterflies accompanied by green lanterns I would like to serve you by your side, study the ink, play the harp and listen to the sound of the flute.