I will bury the gods

Chapter 290 Gods and demons sleep together

Chu Yingchan's white dress crept over the steps of snow, walked down the tall building slowly, and sat down beside Lin Shouxi, the shadow of the tall building splashed on them like water, looking up, only a corner of the red sun was left.

"Xiaoyu is asleep, Master and Miss Mu are upstairs." Chu Yingchan said.

"Miss Mu? What is she doing up there?" Lin Shouxi was confused.

"What do you think?" Chu Yingchan asked with a smile, propping her cheeks.

Lin Shouxi smiled helplessly, and said, "I'll go and intercede for her."

"Don't go, she may not accept your favor." Chu Yingchan smiled slightly.

"Master, are you judging others by yourself?" Lin Shouxi asked.

Chu Yingchan was not annoyed when she heard this, but nodded generously to admit that she held Lin Shouxi's arm and leaned on his shoulder, with a serene face and a peaceful smile.

Lin Shouxi put his arms around her shoulders, letting this delicate fairy lean close to him, his cheek was against her hair, the tip of his nose lingered with the fragrance of long hair, the white dress she was wearing was like a delicate lie, waiting for her at any time He went to expose it, and only Lin Shouxi knew how charming and ecstasy this fairy was after the 'lie' was exposed.

"I really want to go on like this forever...we will always be together and never separate." Chu Yingchan hugged her knees and said softly.

"Okay." Lin Shouxi nodded solemnly, and said, "When everything is over, I will take Master back to my hometown and go sightseeing together."

"Okay." Chu Yingchan smiled softly, and said: "I can play however I want, as a teacher, I will listen to you."

Lin Shouxi was startled, thinking that he was thinking wrongly, but after meeting her bewitching eyes, he couldn't help but say again: "You fairy fairy."

Chu Yingchan was not as arrogant as Xiaohe, she directly hugged the boy in white, bit his lips, and pressed him under her body. In an instant, Chu Yingchan looked like a kitten whose tail had been trampled on, her delicate body trembling endlessly, her ears turning red.

This is a 'gift' bestowed on her by God, but it has also become her weakness, and she has suffered a lot in private.

Footsteps were heard upstairs.

The little words came down.

The two quickly separated, sat upright, and immediately discussed martial arts. Chu Yingchan said that his two styles of drawing water with two dragons and beeping with bells and drums were too rude.

Xiaoyu looked confused.

When she came down from the stairs, she was wearing a red thick jacket. Lin Shouxi grabbed her little hand with concern and asked her why it was so red, and Xiaoyu stammered and said that it was freezing.

Chu Yingchan glanced upstairs, and asked softly, "Where's Miss Mu?"

"Mu Shijing wants to save face. We're sitting on the sidelines here, how can she have the nerve to come down?" Lin Shouxi lowered his voice and said.

"Then let's go to Xiaohe first." Chu Yingchan said.

After Lin Shouxi, Chu Yingchan, and Xiaoyu walked away holding hands, Chu Miao cautiously opened the door on the tall building, leaned on the railing and watched the boys and girls walking away.

Where would she be disrespected and loved as a dignified half-god monk, and only here would she be bullied like this.

"What's wrong, my daughter dares to rape my mother." Chu Miao shook her head lightly, sighed with a smile, and said, "I hope that Yingchan will grow up and not be as embarrassing as mother."

When they were completely gone, the dignified and beautiful empress carried her white dress and walked downstairs lightly. She was going to see the actress, and then chat with her about the details of the monthly test in two days, so as not to make any mistakes question.

……

Mu Shijing's house was chosen by her personally. It is in a secluded corner of a family. The room is not big, but both the wooden furniture and the painted palace lanterns are exquisite and elegant, revealing an antique flavor. This ridiculously beautiful When the black skirt is sitting in it, her seductive aura will be dissolved in the shadows, like a lady from a big family.

But today, the one standing in this room is not Mu Shijing, but Xiaohe.

Wearing a big cloak with a black hood, Xiaohe sneaked all the way along the ridge of the roof. She thought she would encounter setbacks on the way, but Mu Shijing was undefended and let her easily enter through the window.

Xiaohe took off her hood, her beautiful face lit up the quiet room.

"Where did sister Mu go?" Xiaohe searched around, but found no trace of Mu Shijing, but saw a note on the table.

Xiaohe picked up the note and read softly: "I went out to play, I'll be back later."

"Where can a person run to play?"

Xiaohe tilted her head and thought for a while, but she didn't come up with a reason, but Mu Shijing's absence was just as convenient for her to move.

With her hands behind her back, the snow-haired girl stood on tiptoe, looked around the room leisurely, then flipped through the long table by the window, and found the manuscript of the first volume of The Passion of the Son from a conspicuous ancient book .

It has to be said that Xiaohe really knows Mu Shijing too well. Mu Shijing feels that the most dangerous place is the safest place, and this manuscript must be hidden in a conspicuous place so that it is not easy to be discovered, so it was just like this. Xiaohe grasped it in his hands effortlessly.

Xiaohe pulled out the chair and sat down. She kicked off her embroidered shoes, leaned against the back of the chair, and put her legs in white socks directly on the table. Instead of showing the slightest guilty conscience, she was very arrogant and domineering.

She unfolded the manuscript and read it with relish:

"Bai Xueling, Frost, Breeze.

When the Holy Son climbed up to Baixue Ridge with a sword on his back, he thought he was a cold killer, and that what was waiting for her was a weak enemy. Many years later, she would still think of the winding mountain road of Baixue Ridge. At that time, fate had given her Foreshadowed, but she did not understand.

She was born in the Demon Cult, and the Demon Cult has many enemies, sometimes it can be the whole world, and sometimes it can be just one person.Before going up the mountain, she was practicing swordsmanship. Today, she swung three swords, one sword less than yesterday, and the one sword less was used to kill people.

When she saw Lin Shouxi for the first time, the boy was waiting for her with his sword in his arms. It was the first time that the Holy Son saw such a beautiful person. Death befalling him seemed to be a blasphemy. She didn't like killing people without reason. , so at the first sight of him, the Holy Son decided to fall in love with him first.

"You're here." Lin Shouxi opened his eyes.

'Here I am,' said the Son.

......"

Xiaohe's eyes scanned a long and meaningless conversation.

Xiaohe has never been very patient when reading this kind of stuff. After knowing the cause and effect, she eagerly turned to the key part and read it. There was not much turmoil in her heart. On the contrary, she sympathized with what happened to the Holy Son in the book. .

Xiaohe was lamenting, turned to the back, and suddenly found that there were a few more pages, and the handwriting on the latter pages was completely different from the previous ones.

"This is..." Xiaohe took a closer look and found that it was Mu Shijing's continuation!
In an instant, the girl's heart seemed to be pounding with Bai Zhu, and she jumped violently.

It turned out that Mu Shijing was angry with this story, so he rewrote it himself. In the story, he realized his shame and was brave enough to practice miraculously. He not only captured Lin Shouxi, trained him, but also captured his lovely wife and brought him together. obscene play.

"This Wu Youhe has silver eyes, tender feet and pretty feet. He is usually domineering and proud. At this moment, he is kneeling with Fairy Chu in front of the Holy Son's throne, admiring His Majesty's heroic appearance, wagging his tail and begging for mercy. Isn't it humiliating?" Read a sentence.

The door just opened, and Mu Shijing came back.

Seeing Xiaohe inside, Mu Shijing was shocked, and hurriedly hid the few cultivation secret books that he had secretly brought out behind him... We must not let them find out that he was secretly cultivating.

"Xiaohe, why are you here?" Mu Shijing asked nervously.

"I came to look for you, and I want to invite you to go shopping together after dark." Xiaohe said quietly.

"After dark..." Mu Shijing showed a look of embarrassment, "I'm so sleepy today. I want to go to bed early after dark. Go and play by yourself."

Xiaohe raised her eyebrows lightly, glanced behind her, and asked indifferently: "Could you be secretly cultivating?"

"Practice? What practice? Xiaohe, although you are my good sister, you are not allowed to slander me like this!" Mu Shijing said sternly.

Seeing her hands hidden behind her with no place to rest, Xiaohe didn't bother to untangle them. She sighed, and continued to lower her head and read.

It has to be said that Mu Shijing's writing skills are still far behind Sanhuamao's. In the part she wrote, Shengzi captured Lin Shouxi, Xiaohe, and Chu Yingchan, but Mu Shijing's imagination was poor. The punishment was very simple, and there were no tricks to write, so Xiaohe shook his head.

Seeing Xiaohe looking down at things, Mu Shijing hurriedly entered the room against the wall, hid the few books he was carrying on the bed, covered them with the quilt, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sister Mu, can you write articles?" Xiaohe asked suddenly.

"Of course." Mu Shijing said: "This girl is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Wothhouse girls like to say that too." Xiaohe pursed her lips and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Mu Shijing frowned, and said, "If you broke into the fairyland, you won't take your sister seriously?"

Xiaohe smiled without saying a word, just turning the pages of the book.

"What are you looking at?"

Mu Shijing was curious, walked up behind her, leaned over to look, and then, her pupils shrank, and her whole body was cold.

"You, why did you steal my things?!" Mu Shijing exclaimed.

"You still have the nerve to question me?" Xiaohe raised the corners of her lips, raised the manuscript in her hand, and said, "Explain to me what's going on."

"This...I..."

Mu Shijing was anxious, he hesitated and couldn't speak, but his clear and beautiful face flew into the haze, shy and cute.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Mu Shijing, who was already on fire, raised his voice in his throat.

When she looked up, Lin Shouxi and Chu Yingchan were already close to the door. She rushed to grab the manuscript, but Xiaohe held her down and said, "I treat you so well on weekdays, so you write about me like this in the book?"

"I..." Listening to the approaching footsteps, Mu Shijing's heart was pounding. She repeatedly begged for mercy, and condescendingly said, "Sister Xiaohe, please forgive me this time, I won't dare again..."

"What's the use of apologizing?"

"That……"

"You have to change." Xiaohe said.

"I will correct it!" Mu Shijing affirmed.

"It's not for you to reform, but for you to change the article, and you have to change it according to what I said, understand?" Xiaohe said leisurely.

Mu Shijing was unwilling at first, but the sound of footsteps was already in her ears, she didn't care about other things, she nodded repeatedly, and complied with all requests.

"Miss Mu, why are you here?" Chu Yingchan asked in surprise when she saw Mu Shijing.

"I... Where am I not here?"

Mu Shijing was at a loss, thinking that misfortunes never come singly, and her secret martial arts training was discovered?
"Miss Mu is really fast." Chu Yingchan praised, she looked at Mu Shijing's dumbfounded look, and thought to herself, Miss Mu's acting skills have also improved to a higher level.

"I... am pretty fast." Mu Shijing nodded foolishly.

Before she could figure out what happened, Xiaoyu came in bouncing again, she rushed straight to Mu Shijing, hugged her waist, and said, "Sister Mu, I saw your master just now, She's so gentle..."

"Gentle? Heh, Xiaoyu, don't let her fool you!"

Mu Shijing subconsciously said something, but when she met Shang Xiaoyu's watery eyes, her keen perception made her feel chills, and she quickly made up for it: "I mean, Xiaoyu, don't let Master be gentle and kind!" Her appearance deceives her, but Master is actually very powerful, not only powerful, she also has a heart for the world, and she is as modest as a valley."

Xiaoyu nodded slightly, reluctantly agreeing.

It's getting late.

Sitting on Lin Shouxi's shoulders, Xiaoyu looked at the brightly lit city, her childish pupils were shining brightly.

In the past 300 years, Xiaoyu has imagined countless times what they would do if the master was still alive. At that time, she felt that there were infinite things to do, but when she really met, she realized that life was so ordinary.

Reading, writing, practicing swords, punishing, playing... This is almost everything they can do.

But this kind of plainness didn't make Xiaoyu feel disillusioned, and even gave her the feeling that everything should be like this.

What would happen if he knew that he was the landlord of the Daomen?Xiaoyu couldn't help thinking this way, she couldn't help but think of that part of the journey to the south again, the night was warm and cool after drinking, Lin Shouxi stood stiffly, leaning against him, her tender body was hot like fire.

At this moment, Xiaoyu suddenly realized that she seemed a little dissatisfied with her current life...

People are really greedy.

Walking to the end of the street, the bustling lights were left behind, and they looked up at the sky, just as a shooting star flew by.

Chu Yingchan suggested that everyone close their eyes together and make a wish. After everyone closed their eyes, Chu Yingchan quietly opened her eyes and kissed Lin Shouxi's lips. Lin Shouxi was slightly startled when she saw Chu Yingchan silently smiling at him. flowery.

Xiaoyu has a panoramic view of all this.

She thought of her father and mother, when she went shopping with them, they always liked to play quietly, they thought Xiaoyu couldn't see, but Xiaoyu actually understood better than anyone else.

The past is like a meteor flying away, rowing to the ice sea in the north, never returning.

Tonight, Xiaohe did not share the same room with Lin Shouxi, she took a pen and paper, and went out mysteriously, saying that she wanted to discuss poetry with Mu Shijing.

"Are you discussing poetry with Miss Mu?" Lin Shouxi was surprised.

"Any opinion?" Xiaohe asked back.

"I'm just afraid that you... will be insulting to gentleness." Lin Shouxi said with a smile.

Xiaohe stuck out her tongue, not bothering to argue with him, so she pushed the door and went to find Sister Mu.

That night, Mu Shijing and Xiaohe huddled together under the quilt, discussing writing creation seriously, Xiaohe told Mu Shijing her thoughts one by one, after Mu Shijing listened, he showed a embarrassed look.

"Why, can't you write?" Xiaohe asked domineeringly, then approached her, and asked with a light smile: "Could it be that Miss Mu wants everyone to know that you write such things in private?"

"No, don't!" Mu Shijing waved his hands again and again, and murmured, "The main reason is... well, I don't have such experience either, I, I'm afraid I can't write well..."

"In the dungeon cave of the Yaosha Tower, didn't Sister Mu speak clearly and vividly, what happened?" Xiaohe narrowed her eyes, smiled slyly, and asked, "Could it be that Sister Mu was so eloquent at the time?" Is it a lie?"

"I, uh..." Mu Shijing was quite confused.

"Oh, it turns out that sister Mu was so old-fashioned at the time, she was just pretending, you are actually just a fledgling who doesn't understand anything, right?" Xiaohe said aggressively.

"I'm not... Hey, don't ask." Mu Shijing bit his pen, wishing he could find a place to drill down quickly.

"So you really don't write?" Xiaohe asked.

"It's not that I don't write, it's that I really don't understand." Mu Shijing said innocently.

"Don't be afraid of this, experience can be accumulated, I will buy some things for you to try, you will know after experiencing it yourself." Xiao He said seriously.

Mu Shijing was shocked when he heard this, and immediately sat up straight, saying, "I, I can write suddenly!"

"That's good."

Xiaohe bent her eyes and smiled, revealing her pointed canine teeth.

at the same time.

Lin Shouxi did not waste this long night.

He knocked on Chu Yingchan's door.

Fairy Chu stood at the door, wearing a long white silk dress lazily, dark clouds and beautiful hair piled on her shoulders, and her snowy skin was even more dazzling than the new dress. She smiled slightly and asked, "Why did you come to see Master so late? Or are you Was Xiaohe kicked out again?"

Lin Shouxi entered the room, and Chu Yingchan made a cup of tea for him. After drinking the tea and chatting with each other for a while, the two casually talked about the color of the cauldron.

"I haven't seen any improvement after practicing for so long, are you doing well?" Chu Yingchan asked lightly.

"Smelting fire in a cauldron furnace is water-milled kung fu, not a day's work." Lin Shouxi explained.

"How many days will it take?"

"About ten more rounds of hard work are needed." Lin Shouxi speculated.

Chu Yingchan nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the candlelight in the room went out, and Chu Yingchan asked, "What are you doing for blowing out the lamp?"

Just as she was asking, the young man's hands had wrapped her around her from behind. Fairy Chu closed her eyes tightly, her slender eyelashes trembling, and then her whole body began to tremble, the lights went out, and the boundaries between light and darkness were lost. The black night gracefully undulates and sways like a lotus.

early morning.

In Lin Shouxi's inner mansion, the fire shrank and shrank, condensed into a point, and then exploded. The scorching heat flowed all over the body, burning bones and blood, as if to turn people into nothingness. Next, when Lin Shouxi sat down and looked at himself again when his soul was calmed down, in the inner mansion, the Xuanzi fire was burning blazingly, licking the furnace wall, and shining brilliantly.

Overnight, in one go, he cultivated the Xuanzi Fire.

Of course, one ebbs and another, today it is difficult for Fairy Chu to stay at the bed.

In another room, Mu Shijing was sitting on the couch with his knees hugged, looking at Xiaohe with aggrieved eyes, who was reviewing the manuscript.

Looking at the paper full of handwriting, Xiaohe thought to herself, it seems that there is never something that cannot write a manuscript, and the only possibility is that the pressure on it is not strong enough.

"How is it?" Mu Shijing asked cautiously.

"That's right, the literary talent is brilliant, as if you are on the scene." Xiaohe nodded and gave affirmation, and she continued: "Then I will accept this one first, and don't forget there are two more, I will come to pick it up tonight. "

"Tonight? Even if you work hard all day, you will never be able to write more than ten thousand characters, Xiaohe, you..."

Just as Mu Shijing wanted to argue, Xiaohe picked up a small whip and smiled sweetly at her.

"If it weren't for this lady's clever hand, how would I know that you wrote me like this behind my back, and now I punish you a little bit, and you still push back. Have you admitted your mistake, and do you want to reconcile?" Xiaohe played both soft and hard ways.

Mu Shijing was indeed ignorant. Hearing this, she closed her lips resentfully, and muttered, "Okay, I see."

"Well, you're so good." Xiaohe messed up the cold girl's hair.

"You promised me, don't tell it, especially don't let Lin Shouxi see it." Mu Shijing said softly.

Xiaohe nodded seriously, and hooked up with her.

"Then, are we reconciled?" Mu Shijing asked.

When Xiaohe found this manuscript yesterday, she was really frightened.

Xiaohe tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Pour me a glass of water."

Seeing her bossing around like this, Mu Shijing felt even more depressed, but he still brought her a glass of water.

Xiaohe drank the water she poured, then handed the cup back, and said with a charming smile, "Drink it."

Mu Shijing understood and laughed too, his mood finally became clearer.

Mu Shijing spent the whole day at his desk.

In the evening, after finishing the manuscript, she stretched her body and went for a walk. On the way, she met Lin Shouxi and Xiaoyu.

The twilight stretched the silhouette of the master and apprentice for a long time.

When Mu Shijing and Xiaoyu passed by, Xiaoyu waved to her and greeted her politely: "Hello, Sister Mu."

Mu Shijing also waved.

She stopped, looked at the back of Lin Shouxi and Xiaoyu leaving, and frowned.

"Why do you always feel like you've seen her somewhere?" Mu Shijing murmured to himself.

Evening cloud leisurely.

Mu Shijing delivered the manuscript to Xiaohe, and Xiaohe put it in his sleeves, sneaked back home, locked the door and browsed secretly, but Lin Shouxi couldn't open the door, so he just went out for a stroll as if there was no one inside.

On the way, he happened to meet Mu Shijing.

Before the two could speak, the swords at their waists screamed first.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing took down their swords, threw them aside, and covered them with blankets, only to hear the Zhongtie sword humming, wondering what they were entangled with.

As for this pair of old enemies...

They came to the stream behind Xiaoyujia with bare hands, sat on the snow on the ground, and chatted about the past without saying a word.

She stayed up all night last night, and today she wrote a manuscript for another day. Mu Shijing fell asleep leaning on Lin Shouxi's shoulder without chatting a few words.

In the dream, Mu Shijing once again saw the sea of ​​black ice.

There was a ray of silver light at the end of the sea.

The mysterious girl in a black dress stood among the overwhelming bones, looking out at the ice, as if she was not waiting for the sun to rise, but waiting for her fire-cast throne to emerge from the horizon.

Mu Shijing hadn't had such a dream for a long time. Looking at the slender black shadow, she felt fear and strangeness.

"They're about to wake up," said the girl in the black skirt.

"They? Who are they?" Mu Shijing asked.

"One is an enemy and the other is a traitor." The girl in the black skirt said.

"..." Mu Shijing said in displeasure, "When will your slurred speech be corrected?"

"It's because you are too weak." The girl in the black skirt said.

"Then what can I do? I'm only at the gold level now, and anyone can bully me..." Mu Shijing said aggrievedly, "I've cultivated to the level where I can fight the enemy for [-] rounds. I don't know it's the year of the monkey."

"They need to practice, but you don't." The girl in the black skirt said.

"I don't need to practice?" Mu Shijing was puzzled.

"You just need to think about who you are." The girl in the black skirt said indifferently.

Mu Shijing was startled suddenly.

The surrounding scenery receded like a tide.

Mu Shijing opened his eyes and found that he was lying on Lin Shouxi's back - he was carrying her home.

"Are you awake?" Lin Shouxi asked when he sensed movement behind him.

Mu Shijing closed his eyes, pretended to be dreaming and hummed a few times, but did not answer.

Lin Shouxi didn't have any doubts, and carried her to the room, took off her outer clothes, dusted off the snow, then took a snow-white blanket, wrapped her body tightly, sucked up the snow, and then stuffed the girl into the bed .

After the sound of closing the door, Mu Shijing opened her eyes. She stretched out her hand, looked at her palm like a mirror, and murmured to herself after a long time: "Who am I..."

……

……

East China Sea Dragon Palace.

The sea water is like hundreds of millions of evenly weighted winds, blowing the stretching peaks and giant palaces on the seabed day and night, and the crater spewing molten flow and magma, like a giant lamp, illuminating the incredible hugeness of the ancient dragon. shadow.

Standing on the top of the hall with the sister in red, Xingyu looked at the huge door that looked like the pupil of the deep sea. Even after looking at it for a hundred years, the fear in the girl's heart did not diminish at all.

"Xingyu, you've done a good job." The elder sister in red rubbed her horns and praised.

Xingyu nodded.

These days, my sister often praises her. She doesn't think she did a good job, and she is lucky that she didn't screw things up...

"Does my sister want this key?" Xing Yu is not too stupid. She has thought about everything seriously in the past few days and guessed some things more or less.

"The key...in fact, it has another name, Jiehe. It means the river that connects the two worlds." The sister in red said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get it so easily."

"Boundary River..."

Xingyu looked confused and asked, "So my sister tried everything to get it, what is it for?"

"Of course the key is to open the door." The sister in red said.

"Open the door? What door?" Xing Yu thought, isn't it his mission to close the door?Could it be that he was deceived again?
The woman in red didn't answer immediately, she stretched out a hand, pointed to the giant door at the bottom of the deep sea, and said, "This is a seal, do you know what is sealed inside?"

"do not know."

Xing Yu's throat moved subconsciously.

She has seen this door since she was a child, and was shocked by its incredible magnificence, majesty and mysterious carvings. She has always been extremely curious about what kind of terrifying monster is imprisoned by a seal of this size...

"Do you want to know?" The woman in red asked calmly.

"think……"

The doubts that have troubled her for hundreds of years are about to be answered, and Xingyu can't help but get nervous.

"You might as well guess first." The woman in red made a fool of herself.

"I……"

Xing Yu shook his head and said, "How could I guess that... I think that the most brutal and terrifying demon king in the world should be imprisoned here."

The woman in red smiled.

She hugged Xingyu gently in her arms and asked, "Little Xingyu, have you ever thought about another possibility?"

"What?" Xing Yu was taken aback.

The woman in red stared into her eyes and said word by word: "The place we are in now is within the seal!"

Xing Yu felt his whole body go numb as if thunder syrup had poured into his brain, and his mind went blank.

moment.

Prisoner Niu, Yazi, Xiaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Juan, Negative, Chiki... Nine demon-like figures rose from the deep ocean. Brother, today he revealed a majestic and chilling figure.

Behind them, the dragon king, so silent that people always forget it, began to move its body. The rock layer covering its body cracked and shattered, and fell into the deep sea, revealing the ancient scales covered with thunder streaks.

The Dragon King raised his head in the deep sea, and opened his flaming pupils, as if the Buddha of the demon world woke up, and wanted to engulf the world!
The woman in red stood in front of Xing Yu, holding a golden bowl, and solemnly said: "We will be free soon."

　Thanks to the leader of the book friend, the undead in Ifta, who rewarded Mu Shijing! !

　　Thank you book friend Ci Jingrong for rewarding the leader of this book! !

　　Thanks to the two giants for their generous rewards! !Jianjian is flattered!Thanks for the support and encouragement of the two big guys, I wish the two big guys good health and smooth career, happy reading and all the best!Thank you~~~
　　Thank you for the rest of the rewards tomorrow~Thanks to all the readers and friends who love this book

　　
　
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