Li Chunjun has faced many pursuits from north to south over the past year, not only female monks from the Huaxian Sect, but also many others.

In addition to human nature and worldly affairs, practice also includes fighting, killing and killing.

Some people covet his talent and wanted to pull him into the sect, but he refused to do it. He disliked the poor treatment and was sent to chase and killed.

Someone coveted his sword and wanted him to hand it over, but he refused to hand it over, saying that he had the ability to take it, regardless of how many venerables there were on the opposite side.

Some people covet him and want him to stay, but he doesn't. He lifted his pants and said, "A good man is determined to be in all directions."

Some people simply don’t like him and want to compete with him, but they are cut off by his sword.

He went from north to south, from Tianbao Continent, and to Nanhe Continent, which is now the southern territory of Shenshui.

The world is really vast, and the girl is really good.

But the world is vast, and he still feels that there is no place to be home.

The old friends of those days went their separate ways, and some went their separate ways. Some went to the Central Earth Divine Realm, some went to the East Xianling Realm, and some were still in the South Divine Water Realm.

Some people have exhausted their fighting spirit and choose to live a stable life, while others have been obsessed with it and their desire to take revenge is not extinguished.

He, Li Chunjun, is one of many people who are obsessed with.

He firmly believed that there would be a resounding response.

He was a little tired and drunk, and fell to sleep beside the fire with his sword in his arms.

The firewood is crackling, and the old friends in the dream are still there.

The night is quiet tonight.

Good night.

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What's the end of the day and what's the sleep?

It's so exciting to make.

Life is not only two balls of snow in front of you, but also the wet fields.

Zhao Wujiang is an old farmer who works hard, pushing the cart and whispering.

Linlang is a female Bodhisattva with a great conscience, sitting on the lotus, um, um, um, um.

There are all kinds of life, and some people are sleeping soundly with swords, while others are sleeping with beauty.

Mid-time.

Linlang is charming and charming, wearing a veil, lying in Zhao Wujiang's arms, talking about his longing for the past year.

Zhao Wujiang transformed into a storyteller, carefully writing, increasing and decreasing, and talking about the running around this period of time.

The two of them expressed their feelings.

Zhao Wujiang told Linlang that he would leave the Qingqiu Fox Clan after a while or even dawn.

He was going to Tianbaozhou, he was going to see the empress and the others, and then stepped into the Daolian secret realm, seeking opportunities, and striving to gather a body of his own.

He also told Linlang to practice hard and strive to have a chance to have a soft meal when he meets next time.

It would be better for Linlang to become the supreme female and take him to kill him randomly.

Linlang snorted lightly, feeling a little reluctant, meeting again, Wujiang was leaving so quickly.

But she did not say anything to keep her. She knew that Wujiang was carrying a deep hatred for blood.

She looked at Zhao Wujiang without saying a word, and her eyes were filled with silhouettes of autumn water, and she could only sit on Wujiang.

She said that since she was leaving, she had to leave something deeper.

Wujiang said that he might not leave at dawn, but his future plans.

Linlang acted coquettishly and charmed Tiancheng, smiled in a cunning way, and said in a sweet voice:

"Let's talk about it later."

Zhao Wujiang sighed, she learned it.

Linlang smiled charmingly, pulled open the wrapped gauze, and pressed Zhao Wujiang lightly.

By dawn, Zhao Wujiang, who had not yet had a good rest, yawned and stood up sleepily. The beauty beside him should have left.

He leaned against the pillow, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, footsteps were approaching.

He looked up and smiled gently. It turned out to be Linlang.

Linlang was wearing a short pink gauze skirt, which barely covered her buttocks, and held a wooden scoop in her hand, and walked closer with lotus steps.

She sat beside the bed, handed the wooden ladle to Zhao Wujiang, and instructed her sweetly:

"Thank you for your hard work."

There is a clear spring in the wooden ladle, and the spring water is filled with small red fruits.

"This is the Xianyang Fruit, which can quickly nourish yin and replenish yang." Linlang pulled her hair and her face was shy.

"Am I someone who needs such things?" Zhao Wujiang snorted and drank it all in one go.

He smashed his mouth and aftertaste:

"Why does it taste like wolfberry?"

Linlang looked at Zhao Wujiang drinking all over, and his heart was soft. Zhao Wujiang felt at ease with her without any scruples. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
Chapter completed!