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Yang Anle was taken to practice because he had spiritual power. After finally completing his practice on the iceberg, he was sniped by a black shadow on the way down the mountain. The good guy was directly burned to ashes by the magic cannon. After being reincarnated hundreds of years later, he vowed to take revenge. Emmmm, harm, forget it, what's the point of revenge? Go and get beaten? Wouldn't it be better to be a good salted fish? Living a good and comfortable life is the way to go.

The author has nothing to do. He writes for fun. Don't scream. People who scream have body odor. "What? We just stayed up all night and died suddenly?" Yang Xinghe said angrily. "Don't worry, young people, I summoned you." The mysterious little old man said. "Holy shit, the promotion round just ended and I haven't even started showing off yet!" "Damn, it's so noisy. Please put it on for me." The old man took it away for them. "Dog thief!" "Oh! Twin martial souls, okay, okay." "Sharingan! Okay, okay." "I rely on the system, it's okay." Kowtow to the uncle.