This set of techniques comes from a mysterious temple.
During the challenge at Hell Cliff, Tang Ling used it publicly, and was then called the first generation.
So what's so magical about it? Will it be solemnly carved in that temple? What's so different about it that it's exclaimed as the first generation by so many big shots
If Tang Ling knew all this and asked him to answer, he would definitely not be able to answer.
Because before this, this set of techniques had always been regarded as useless by Tang Ling. It could only emit a ball of flame, so what was the point? You must know that even a talented fire attribute quasi-Purple Moon warrior can emit such powerful flames.
But before that, everything was finally overturned!
This was the difference that Tang Ling sensed with precise instinct when he reached the third trick. What is this difference
To put it simply, Tang Ling could sense the presence of fire in the air. What exactly was it? Then, just sense them.
As for why this is the case? Tang Ling didn't know the reason. According to his previous experience with this set of tricks, when he reached the third trick, he should have started to mobilize his own energy and prepare to circulate it in his body.
But at this moment, Tang Ling's precise instinct had a special feeling, and for the first time he clearly 'saw' fire in the flow of energy.
"Oxygen, pure oxygen is flowing."
"A strange ingredient unknown to pre-civilization technology, no, it should be a kind of flowing energy."
"If you can mobilize it, you can accurately wrap the oxygen in the air."
"Well, control it, it"
At that moment, Tang Ling's brain was extremely clear, but it was also at that moment that Tang Ling understood that he could not achieve that kind of flowing energy resonance, and then went to capture and wrap the oxygen. He also did not understand how to wrap the oxygen. Another flame
But with Tang Ling's intelligence, he knew very well that he was able to see this energy so clearly with his precise instincts. There must be a reason for seeing this kind of energy for the first time!
What's the reason? Need I say more? It must be this set of techniques from that mysterious temple.
Tang Ling even knew that the reason why this technique didn't work before was probably because of the environment.
The biggest difference between this place and the outside world is that it is full of flames, and that strange energy should be born with the flames!
"If I had encountered such an environment earlier and used this trick again, maybe I would have discovered it earlier." At that moment, Tang Ling's heart was full of annoyance, but he also knew that he was not the darling of the world. , the possibility of such a coincidence happening is too small.
But such a discovery is already such a surprise. Since I can see 'it' and see that strange energy because of the magic trick, then if the magic trick continues, there will definitely be discoveries.
At that time, it was when Kun Heya saw Tang Ling making quick gestures.
Indeed, Tang Ling's judgment was not wrong at all.
As the hand moves, the energy becomes clearer and clearer in Tang Ling's eyes. He is also very surprised to find that this hand seems to have the effect of gathering that strange energy. With the fifth hand, those strange energy Energy has begun to gather towards Tang Ling.
At the same time, the energy in Tang Ling's body also began to move along that strange route.
The difference was that Tang Ling's precision instinct could now also affect himself. At that moment, he suddenly had a realization in his mind that he would use his precision instinct to sense himself.
Tang Ling believed very much in the intuition coming from his heart, and the next moment he used precise instincts to sense the flow of his own energy.
This was Tang Ling's first time doing this, and he discovered that the energy running in his body also contained the strange energy in the air!
It's just that the energy from itself is so weak. As it runs along a strange route, it is constantly being 'refined' and becomes another kind of energy.
"What's the other one? I feel like this energy is close to me."
"This feeling of closeness does not come from myself, it should be there. Boss Huang once said that even my own body is a machine that operates accurately. And the brain is the one who controls this machine. '."
"The more powerful the brain, the more precise the control of machinery. So even the energy of my body is not necessarily something I can control. It is the strange running route that makes it more friendly to me."
"But what is the purpose of this intimacy?"
Tang Ling started thinking non-stop, and at that time, Kun Heya saw that Tang Ling's hand movements began to slow down.
It was at this time that the energy route had reached Tang Ling's brain. According to the past, this energy would run a route in the brain, then come back, and finally condense in the palm of his hand.
And this time, it was precisely because of Tang Ling's precise observation that he finally discovered a secret!
It was the energy that was tainted with a trace of his mental power when it passed through his brain!
"It turns out." Tang Ling suddenly understood.
Now, the energy has begun to flow back, and Tang Ling could only learn so many tricks. If the tricks can be continued, he will definitely...
Tang Ling became excited, and the remaining tricks were deeply engraved in his mind.
He began to try to perform the next completely unfamiliar technique. In the past, he could not perform it because his own energy and mental strength could not support the entire set of techniques.
But this time, Tang Ling succeeded in pinching the first remaining trick.
It was also this time that Tang Ling began to have huge surprises in his eyes, because he found that this time he used the pinching technique, and another trace of this strange energy was stripped out of his body.
Normally, this small amount of energy could only support him to barely finish the skill this time, but changes also happened at this time, because of the strange energy in the air, which was originally gathering towards Tang Ling. , unexpectedly began to enter Tang Ling's body as he progressed.
Tang Ling didn't know if this energy was any specific substance? Or it might just exist like mental power or various waves. In short, it was absorbed by Tang Ling's body, began to gather in Tang Ling's dantian, and began to flow automatically along that strange route.
Tang Ling held back his feeling of surprise and started to perform the next trick again.
His speed was getting slower and slower, but every trick he had never learned was learned one after another.
On the surface, Tang Ling's speed seemed slow. Only Tang Ling knew in his heart what an amazing 'energy storm' was going on in his body!
More and more of the strange energy in the air began to be absorbed by Tang Ling, and energy circulated one after another, contaminating his mental power.
But in this case, not much mental power is needed. It's like just putting a brand on this energy, Tang Ling's own special brand, and then continue to flow.
As the technique progressed, Tang Ling discovered that the strange route could purify the energy again and again. The purified energy would become stronger, and then flow to his brain, imprinted with more spiritual imprints.
What is this for? Of course Tang Ling knew that this was for control!
Because of the support of these energies, Tang Ling has successfully completed several hand techniques.
At this time, the strange energy had become like the compressed energy in the Dantian, almost liquefied.
It was also at this time that Tang Ling felt a 'limit' of his own, which was a limit at this stage! It's just that his body can no longer absorb the strange energy in the air.
If he absorbs it again, his meridians will be burst by the energy!
but!
Tang Ling's eyes flashed with great excitement because he discovered that this energy existed in his body.
He began to become friendly to the flame. How to explain this sentence? In other words, he can begin to 'resonate' with the energy that still exists in the air.
He began to realize that he could use this energy to envelop oxygen and then create fire through a special vibration.
Not only that, he can also use this energy to wrap the already burning flames and then control them.
The trick was still going on, and it seemed to be proving Tang Ling's second point, when the trick reached the penultimate one.
The silent energy in his body began to stretch out like tentacles, resonating with the strange energy in the air. A trace of energy drove a wave of energy and began to move towards the streaks of fire in the silver liquid.
The energy completely enveloped a ray of fire.
And when he saw the senior sergeant of the Silver Wing tribe, his eyes turned into one of extreme shock, incomparable anger and despair!
What is this kid's strange pinching gesture? Why does it feel like he mastered the talents of the Silver Wings in an instant
Not only that, but at a certain moment, the senior sergeant of the Silver Wings felt a certain change in Tang Ling, and began to resonate with his bloodline, as if they were of the same kind.
And what is the bloodline of the Silver Wings? Born to be close to flames! Why is this so
The senior sergeant of the Silver Wings tribe was extremely depressed. This was something more terrifying to him than death.
Yes, he now exists in the Nirvana Tower. He doesn't know what form he exists in? Time has become meaningless here, let alone the concept of race
But racial bloodline is a strange thing. It exists in the gene chain and is a secret that has not yet been solved. Not even the Sky Wings can solve it!
Therefore, it is impossible to remain indifferent to everything about race.
This humble, inferior human race has long lost its former glory! But he actually cracked the secret of the Silver Wings? ! what is this? This is really a desperate thing. Do humans want it again? !
In the desperate gaze of this senior Silver Wing sergeant, the stream of flames began to be slowly drawn away from the silver liquid.
And it was at this time that Tang Ling finally began to struggle to perform the last trick!
The stream of flames rose higher and higher, and was already more than ten meters away from the silver liquid. It began to approach Tang Ling very, very slowly, just like it had gathered around the senior Silver Winged sergeant before.
The senior sergeant of the Silver Wings couldn't move at all. He was a pile of rotten flesh, but whenever he had some strength, he wanted to clench his fists, as if only in this way could he feel a sense of security and reality.
Is this really not a dream? This human boy went from knowing absolutely nothing to becoming...a person close to his own level? What is this strange set of gestures
Perhaps God began to sympathize with this senior sergeant of the Silver Wings, but after the stream of flames moved less than five meters towards Tang Ling, it suddenly stopped.
At this moment, Tang Ling worked hard to close his hands and finally completed the last trick, but his whole body began to tremble with difficulty!
The stream of flames began to tremble strangely with Tang Ling. After shaking for about ten seconds, it finally began to collapse uncontrollably, and then dispersed into streams of flames, falling to the ground like water, and instantly transformed into Became one spark after another.
'Huh', Tang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the sparks on the ground with some pity, and sighed: "It failed."
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha." Facing Tang Ling's failure, the Silver Wings sergeant began to laugh crazily as if a heavy stone had been placed in his heart.
Tang Ling was very calm. He looked at the senior sergeant of the Silver Wings and asked calmly: "Have you laughed enough?"
"Haha, why can't I laugh enough? There is an ancient saying on your planet called 'Eastern imitation'. It should be you. I'm just saying, how can inferior humans like you learn our methods? Even if you rely on any magic It’s a weird method, but it’s also inferior! We are born with it.” The senior sergeant of the Silver Wings became a little crazy.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I will succeed next time, what do you think?" Tang Ling knelt down and when he said this, he looked at the crazy senior sergeant of the Silver Wings with some pity.
With such an understatement, the senior sergeant of the Silver Wings was stunned for a moment, as if his neck was suddenly pinched, and he could no longer laugh. He looked at Tang Ling with some fear.
Tang Ling's face was expressionless. His disgust for this race came from his soul and was embedded in human genes.
So he stood up and said in that light, calm voice: "Although I failed to control the flame flow, I finally learned something. Let me show it to you once."
"I don't look, I don't look, I#Y($&)%" The senior sergeant of the Silver Wing clan lost control and started shouting crazily. It was so difficult for him to even shake his head. He lost control to the point where he could no longer use the planet universal. Instead of communicating with Tang Ling, he shouted out a language that was completely unfamiliar to Tang Ling.
But Tang Ling ignored him at all, and started to perform the hand movements again, and this time the speed was faster and more skillful than the last time.
As Tang Ling moved his hand skills, the strange resonance from the bloodline began to appear again, which made the senior soldiers of the Silver Wings despair.
But this time, Tang Ling did not finish the trick, but stopped two-thirds of the way. He stretched out his right hand, and a condensed, blazing flame trident appeared in Tang Ling's hand.
The trident radiated unexpected heat, and Tang Ling tilted his head, looked at the senior sergeant of the Silver Wings on the ground, and asked, "Is it wonderful?"
The senior sergeant of the Silver Wings tribe was completely blind and turned a deaf ear to Tang Ling's words.
Tang Ling closed his eyes and could feel that the flame trident was like a continuation of himself, because the flame trident had been completely imprinted with Tang Ling's own spiritual power.
"The correct way is to kill you like this." As he spoke, Tang Ling actually held the flaming trident in his hand.
The heat of the fire didn't hurt Tang Ling at all, and the imprint of his mental power was so strange.
It was so strange that Tang Ling felt that the control of fire was completely different from that of the Silver Wings, but why was it different? Tang Ling felt that he needed to understand it further! The direction was already clear in Tang Ling's mind.
"Go!" Tang Ling let go and threw it hard, and with a whistling sound, the flame trident rushed in front of the senior sergeant of the Silver Wings, and then plunged hard into his chest.
The high temperature was enough to easily burn through the skin, blood, and muscles of the senior Silver Wing sergeant, and directly penetrated into its heart.
This race is really similar to humans. Even though the positions of the internal organs are slightly different, there are still most of the same internal organs, such as the heart.
The high temperature turned the heart of the Silver Wings senior sergeant into a piece of coke. Tang Ling calmly waved his hand and the flame trident dispersed. Tang Ling walked up to the senior sergeant, squatted down and looked at its body and said, "I There's nothing you can do about the fire, is there?"
"Why is that? I will definitely have the answer."
"I have found the right way, but this is just scratching the surface. I will make you completely despair."
"I'm not lying, because I seem to have found some direction?" Tang Ling had a confident but cold smile on his face.
For this race, he cannot respect them as a certain kind of life at all!
After Tang Ling finished speaking these words, that strange force appeared again, pulling Tang Ling out of this space.
**
"Passthrough evaluation: A+, in the final battle, the character is close to the correct fighting method"
Tang Ling stood in the repair area and listened quietly to the evaluation given to him from the Dream Realm. At this moment, his heart finally fell. No matter what the reward was? What Tang Ling couldn't allow was that he wasn't tempered in the Tower of Nirvana.
Now that he has found the right path, he can finally use the Tower of Nirvana to hone himself.
"Reward nine dream coins."
The mechanical sound in the Dream Realm finally ended, and Tang Ling did not receive any increase in authority, but these were completely unimportant to Tang Ling at this time, because he now had enough confidence to achieve S and above grades. Come and clear the Nirvana Tower.
"I now have a total of 37 Dream Coins." Tang Ling began to count his Dream Coins. Each A-level pass in the first three levels will increase by one Dream Coin. After entering the medium difficulty level, the rules are the same, except for the fourth level. Just start with 7 Dream Coins, plus the 9 you just got.
Then calculate the 5 Dream Coins spent, read the information once, and consume ferocious beast meat five times.
How much does that count? Definitely not! Tang Ling had gained a lot from the previous dream. He no longer felt that the Dream Coins he had this time were much, but these Dream Coins should be enough to achieve what he wanted to do.
Thinking about it, Tang Ling started to click on the super computer in front of him, and after a quick search, the price soon appeared in Tang Ling's eyes.
Return to the first floor of the Nirvana Tower - a Dream Coin.
Second floor - two dream coins.
Level 3 - Two Dream Coins.
At the medium level of difficulty, three Dream Coins are needed to return, and four Dream Coins are needed to reach the sixth floor just now.
Seeing this price, Tang Ling had the urge to scold her. This was because he was counting his dream coins, right
If you go back and forth, you will only become a pauper in the end.
This only forces me to pass the level with a better score, not just S, so that I can be replenished with more Dream Coins, and if my authority can be increased, maybe I can get a little discount? Otherwise, when he meets Kun, he may really become a pauper.
So if you pass the level with this superficial correctness, you will get an S-level evaluation. What is the more in-depth correctness? This definitely requires a more advanced and powerful method.
Tang Ling sat at the table and began to recall the previous battles. He began to analyze the key points he had grasped bit by bit. He didn't even bother to eat, drink or replenish himself, and began to fall into thinking.
**
"So" Han Xing spat out the blood foam in his mouth and stood up unsteadily.
At this time, all his body was covered with wounds of various sizes, some of which were deep enough to reveal bones. What was even more frightening was that the piece of flesh and blood in his abdomen had been neatly cut off, and his ribs were vaguely exposed.
This is actually not that great for Korean stars! Isn't it normal to get injured in battle? Just like that guy Tang Ling, he often danced between life and death. In his vague memory, he seemed to die fighting and then come back to life.
These Korean stars don't remember it very clearly, because he is sure that a memory that cannot be seen has been stolen from him, leaving only some vague shadows.
But Han Xing didn't try to recover that memory, just because there was no need to think about the memory that might have serious consequences now.
But even so, a deep seed was planted in Han Xing's heart. Only by fighting fearlessly can he gain greater rewards.
Especially for him, who already has enough sword talent, but still wants to go further, even to the end, for a sword in his hand.
So, what does it mean to be injured
"Admit defeat?" A cold voice appeared.
A figure only about 1.2 meters tall also stood in front of Han Xing. This was the 'monster' Han Xing met this time.
It looks like a weak creature, short and thin. The only thing worth noting is its arms. In terms of proportions, they are a bit too long. It is only one meter and two meters tall, but its arms are a full eighty centimeters, excluding the head. , almost hanging from the ground.
What's even more frightening is that such an arm can be extended, so the dagger in its hand becomes even more powerful. What if its sword is accompanied by a magnetic force and repulsive force
Is this the natural instinct of this monster? Han Xing was too lazy to think about this question. What he was thinking about was his father's words: "What is the real sword? It is pure. The answer you need to find is - what is the purity of the sword?"
yes? What is it again
"Human, give up! You can't fight anymore!" Perhaps he is also a swordsman, but this monster also has some spirit of swordsmanship. It doesn't feel so hateful to people. It just wants to pressure Han Xing to give up.
And this monster didn't lie. On the surface, Han Xing was indeed unable to fight anymore, because in addition to the horrific injuries on his abdomen, Han Xing's arms were also twisted at a miraculous angle. That was during the previous battle. The monster erupted with a huge repulsive force, and Han Xing's sword, which he had concentrated all his strength on, was swung away by this strange repulsive force. As a result, his arm was broken like this.
This is Han Xing's sword-holding hand. It was twisted and broken like this. Why should he continue to fight? !
This is already a hell-level difficulty level, the seventh level. It happened that less than five minutes had passed. Even if Han Xing didn't want to admit defeat, why did he think he could pass this seventh level and let the dream automatically judge him as a failure
Dignity and life, Korean stars can only choose one! He was different from the situation Tang Ling faced before. He didn't retain any strength at all.
However, what people didn't expect was that when his opponent asked him to admit defeat, Han Xing stood up unsteadily.
He spat out the blood in his mouth and said this with a weird smile: "So you think you are really a swordsman? Did you really win?"
The monster's face showed an unhappy and impatient look: "I understand. Do you want to retain the dignity of a swordsman and choose death? Then I will help you."
Han Xing's twisted hand was no longer strong, and he could only use his curved fingers to barely hook his sword. He laughed nonchalantly, then grabbed his sword with his other hand and said, "You are wrong. I don’t want you to bring about my death, but I want to fight you again. Life and death don’t matter anymore.”
"Fight again?" There was a mocking look on the monster's face.
"Fight again! What's the point of a sword that relies on external force? Your sword is not a pure sword at all." Han Xing shouted, took the sword out of his hand, and inserted it in front of himself.
The monster suddenly became angry and raised the sword in his hand: "You will die by my sword to prove my sword."
While he was talking, the monster stabbed him with a sword and extended his arm to avoid it.
At this time, Han Xing held his sword with one hand and had no intention of avoiding it. Strangely, the sword he held began to vibrate violently.
"I trust you completely."
The monster's sword had pierced Han Xing's eyes, and at this moment, Han Xing's sword stuck on the ground was vibrating to the extreme. Han Xing let go at this moment, and the sword automatically jumped up from the ground!
With a 'clang' sound, he just blocked the monster's sword tip with the sword blade, and then, as if someone was using it, he swung away the monster's sword with a standard sword swing.
At the moment of swinging away, the familiar magnetic force on the monster's sword came again.
But at this time, a shadow that was exactly the same as his sword appeared on Han Xing's sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the monster.
"What, what is this?" The monster's face showed deep confusion.
And Han Xing didn't intend to answer. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, and his face was covered with big beads of sweat.
'Brush', the phantom sword stabbed the monster. The monster would never think that the phantom sword had no damage. It subconsciously responded with the sword and automatically exerted repulsion, trying to block the phantom sword. sword.
The strange thing is that this phantom sword was really blocked, but at the moment it was blocked, the sword suddenly shattered and turned into hundreds of small, dense swords, all of which were separated from each other. From various tricky angles, he used the most standard basic sword movements of stabbing, picking, wrapping, etc., to stab the monster in front of him again.
'Puff, puff, puff', the sound of a series of swords piercing the body was heard. The monster's repulsion, and the face that was so skillfully used by it in the hand, were completely unable to resist the sword thrust by Han Xing.
because! These swords are alive! At least some of them are alive! It's like someone using them will avoid the repulsive force and attack again!
How can it be blocked like this? So what is this illusory sword shadow
The monster's eyes were full of doubts, and it stood quietly on the spot, with dozens of blood holes of different sizes on its body spurting out light red blood.
It exhausted all its strength and struggled to say one sentence: "Is this, is this a pure sword?"
"No, not, part of it." Han Xing opened his eyes, with a look of confusion still in his eyes. He said this, and fell to the ground suddenly.
"Part of it? My people are also." With a 'pop', the monster also fell to the ground.
The difference is that Han Xing is still breathing, but the monster is completely lifeless.
"Is this my family's sword intention? It's such a despairing sword intention." Before he was completely unconscious, Han Xing only had this thought in his mind.
The despair that Han Xing was thinking of was not that the sword's power was so powerful that it made others despair, but that the cultivator himself would despair because of the sword's power.
It may be the most correct way of swordsmanship, but it is a way of swordsmanship that has no end, and even the final path is unclear.
In a coma, Han Xing was sent out of this space.
When he landed in the repair area, he vaguely heard an S-level comment. It was a normal comment. Han Xing always had this comment. He was defeating all enemies with his sword.
Korean star, passed the seventh level.
**
"Hi, long time no see." Tang Ling felt a trance. This trance made Tang Ling once again wonder what the life form in the Nirvana Tower was.
Look, it's understandable that the environment is exactly the same, but the enemy is exactly the same, yes, the Silver Winged tribesman named Akaka appears here again, and he looks like he wants to act, so why not
Tang Ling didn't want to act with it anymore. What was the point of repeating the routine? This time Tang Ling is the correct Tang Ling! He wanted to start the battle in a truly correct way, so Tang Ling said hello directly.
Under the surprised look of the other party, Tang Ling said directly: "You don't have to think about my weapons. I know you are good at playing with fire, so let's play with fire together."
As he spoke, Tang Ling stood on the spot and began to perform quick hand gestures. How fast? At Tang Ling's current speed, his fingers brought up a shadow.
Fire arrows began to appear continuously in Tang Ling's palm, and after only five seconds, the fireballs in the silver liquid began to gather towards Tang Ling.
Three seconds ago, Akaka realized that although the human boy in front of him said strange words, he really wanted to play with fire!
So, a scene that is repeated from the previous level begins! Akaka also began to collect the fireballs in the silver liquid and began to quickly create fire arrows. Since the corrosive energy could not corrode Tang Ling's weapons, it could not be wasted and began to merge into those fire arrows.
All of this was seen by Tang Ling. He was still thinking about some questions quickly in his mind, but at least one thing could be proved now - this set of techniques is not rigid. As long as you collect enough, you don't need to use your hands. At the end of the battle, you can play with fire at will. For example, the fireballs in the silver liquid are much easier to collect than the stream of flames! Therefore, he was able to borrow a 'boost' quickly.
And these corrosive energies? In fact, the simplest solution is to attack first. He can now make rockets much faster than Akaka. Judging from Akaka's panicked look, it is afraid.
But Tang Ling didn't want to. He was still making fire arrows one after another. He wanted an evaluation of S or above. What was he not sure about yet? But the only thing that is certain is that the deeper your understanding of fire, the closer you are to the most correct way.
He now needs Akaka to cooperate with him to complete and become familiar with the control of fire.
Twenty seconds later, hundreds of fire arrows had gathered around Akaka, and many of the fire arrows had been integrated into its corrosive energy.
But Tang Ling was intimidated. There were more than three hundred fire arrows gathered around him, which also made Tang Ling feel a little strenuous. He felt that it was difficult to control.
The good news is that Akaka could no longer continue. As soon as it raised its hand, its fire arrows began to shoot towards Tang Ling.
At the same time, Tang Ling's fire arrow also met Akaka's fire arrow.
**
Fifty-one seconds passed, and Tang Ling only allowed himself no more than a minute and a half when passing through again.
That guy Kun set a limit of one hour, how long has he been delayed? Through precise instinct, Tang Ling knew that it was already 28 minutes.
He must leave at least 25 minutes for the hell-level challenge, because no one knows how difficult the challenge will be, and it must be done in the correct way.
But does it take a minute and a half on the first level? The answer is no, all the flaming arrows are constantly colliding.
Tang Ling's control is becoming more and more precise. There is no need to control every fire arrow. What you need to be familiar with is actually the mysterious power that controls every ray of flame, like an open net. What I need to grasp is every thread on the Internet!
If this is the case, what can't be accomplished with the cooperation of precise instincts? The fire arrows collided head-on, and then burst into pieces.
When encountering corrosive fire arrows, a steady stream of fire arrows will come to support and entangle
What's more, while Tang Ling was under control, he could also quickly create one fire arrow after another under the premise that the fire arrows were consumed.
For Tang Ling, this was indeed not a big expense. The mental power required was limited. As for the energy required? As long as the fire ball from the outside always exists, Tang Ling will receive a steady stream of replenishment.
Therefore, in just fifty-one seconds, Akaka was buried in the flames.
And until it dies, it is wondering, does it know the young man in front of it? Why long time no see
I deeply feel that I am getting old, and even if I drink, I will get drunk the next day. I was drunk all day yesterday. I got up at 7pm to update, but ended up finishing my porridge and then fell asleep for a few more hours. But what is owed must be made up. This is a 9,000-word chapter, making up for the 3,000 words from the day before yesterday and the 6,000 words from yesterday. There will be an update today, and I hope to make up for the two thousand words written the day before yesterday. above!
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