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Wen Leyang tried to take off the fat ones hanging on his body. After a long time of effort, it had no effect. He simply stopped caring about them. He took a deep breath and nodded at the thin hermit who was hostile to him. Chen Ken said Said: "Jiudingshan Wen Leyang thanks senior for saving his life. If senior hadn't led the way..."
The skinny Yin Xiu narrowed his eyes and interrupted him, and asked in a hostile tone: "What kind of monster are you?"
Wen Leyang was stunned: "This junior is not a monster... These are seven fat men and a little monk, all wrapped around me, and I can't get rid of them for a while." Wen Leyang suddenly understood why he was recognized as a monster by others.
As soon as Yinxiu jumped out of the ground, he saw a mountain collapse and the ground was cracking. He ran back. From then on, a big Sixi Wanzi with legs spread out was chasing behind him. He didn't even have time to take a closer look. Only now did he recognize it. It turned out to be a group of people. People were tangled up in a mess, and the old man changed the topic with a blush on his face: "Who are you, fighting in front of Tianshu Cave? If you ruin my practice, I...I...I...will fight you to the death."
Wen Leyang was kind-hearted and happy: "God's will?"
The hidden cultivator nodded seriously: "Calculate the sky, calculate the earth, calculate water, calculate fire, calculate grass, calculate wood, calculate stones, calculate yin and yang, calculate the five elements, calculate the universe, calculate luck, anyway, whatever is there, it can be calculated, and everything is considered good. ! Wen Leyang smiled even more kindly: "Fortune teller? What do you call your senior? "
Yin Xiu frowned: "What do you call me... Oh! Master once gave me a name, Wei Mo. What is that fortune telling you are talking about?"
This hermit named Wei Mo was stolen from the village by his master not long after he was born, and was taken to the heart of the mountain to practice. For decades, he only had one master. When the master died, he simply stayed there without him. He has dealt with outsiders and studied the secrets of fortune-telling every day. Although he is very old, he has no scheming at all.
Wen Leyang thought about it for a while. Then he said to Wei Mo: "Fortune telling is to deduce the eight characters and five elements, or to calculate what will happen in the future by looking at the palm prints and faces."
The end of the tail curled his lips disdainfully: "What does that count? The descendants of Tianshu use magic to deduce the universe, as big as the sun, moon, stars, mountains, lakes and seas, as small as grass, trees, insects, flowers, birds, fish and insects. As long as it enters my Dharma Eyes, it will be counted. The luck of yin and yang, You can’t escape my calculations! I can even calculate heaven and earth, let alone fortune.”
Changli and Bule said. Seclusion only focuses on one's own practice. He doesn't care about worldly affairs at all. There is a huge difference between high and low strength. The methods they practice are also weird and all-encompassing. The word "xiu di" at the end in front of me is just one word. Calculate.
Wen Leyang was a little strange. I don’t understand how to achieve enlightenment through this kind of practice: “Then when will I become an immortal and attain enlightenment?”
At the end of the day, he smiled softly: "The Tianshu disciple uses magic numbers to deduce the way of heaven. Yin, Yang and the Five Elements are all in it. The general trend of the world is inseparable. When the calculation reaches the extreme, the calculation of the heaven's secrets is completed, and you will naturally become an immortal and attain the way."
Wen Leyang rolled his eyes. Once again, I acted stupidly.
Wei Mo smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand even after I tell you. There is always an end to the way of heaven. Tianshu disciples have been relayed from generation to generation. I just hope that one day I can calculate the end of heaven and earth. Once the end of the calculation is reached, there is a secret in the sky. The endless mysteries of the earth can be deciphered. Becoming an immortal is as easy as a piece of cake!"
Wen Leyang probably understood a little better this time. He asked tentatively: "You just keep calculating the future. Calculate until... until the end of the future?"
Wei Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not that stupid. If you count until the end of the future, you will have grasped all the secrets! Our ancestor realized this universal truth at the end of the Han Dynasty and began to live in seclusion here. Cultivation has been carried on for generations until now. I figured it out all the way..." At this point, Wei Mo suddenly closed his mouth and refused to say any more.
Wen Leyang had never heard of the theory of cultivation of the heirs of heaven before. He smiled bitterly and wanted to shake his head before he realized that several arms were wrapped around his neck: "Then you didn't calculate that it was going to collapse outside today and you ran out. Almost got hit?"
Wei Mo was not angry at all, and said with a contented smile: "Manpower is exhausted, and there are so many big and small things in the world. How can I account for them one by one? I can't even account for so many big things! What I deduced is The general trend of the world. A big event due to the general trend! This is considered a secret. As for the horse giving birth to a mule and a chicken, it can only be regarded as a decimal, and it is meaningless to deduce it!"
Wen Leyang asked with a smile: "Then what big thing have you figured out?"
Wei Mo suddenly changed his expression and shouted sternly: "For mortals to spy on the secrets of heaven is against nature, and to leak the secrets of heaven is an even bigger deal. I can figure it out, but I must never say it out loud!"
At this time, Little Stammer spoke: "Liar...liar, right?"
The veins on the forehead and tail suddenly popped up.
The matter of calculating heaven and earth sounds too mysterious, but Wei Mo's identity as a hermit is genuine. Wen Leyang wanted to smooth things over with a kind heart, so he quickly said with a smile: "The secrets of heaven must not be leaked. This is an eternal truth, and it is as big as heaven's calculation." God, as small as a fortune teller in the world..."
When Wei Mo just knew what fortune telling was about, the veins on his forehead wanted to jump out and slap him, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Fart! Boy, listen carefully!" He said as if he had made great determination. , the look on his face became ferocious, and he said word by word in a low and hoarse voice: "Trouble began in Fan Yang in the fourteenth year. The barbarian wolves harbored evil intentions and did not obey the law. The thieves in the three towns brought trouble to the world. The empire collapsed like a mountain when it was prosperous... "
Wen Leyang was stunned and confused: "World War III?"
The young monk Xi Sheng frowned in Wen Leyang's arms. After a long while, he stammered in a cautious tone: "Listen... it sounds like... the An-Shi Rebellion!"
Wei Mo suddenly turned pale in shock and stared at the young monk: "You...you know how to count?" Wen Leyang chuckled: "Is it really the Anshi Rebellion?"
Wei Mo nodded seriously but did not say anything. Wen Leyang laughed heartily, feeling that it was a pity that Xiao Yi and Mu Mu, who loved the fun the most, were not around.
Wei Mo's face was filled with anger, and he pointed at Wen Leyang and cursed: "Ignorant boy, if you don't believe it, let's just wait and see. I risked being punished by God for leaking the secret, and you still think I'm talking nonsense. If you can live to the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty, In the fourteenth year of Emperor Xuanzong's Tianbao reign, the thief lord An Lushan..."
The little stutterer also laughed out loud, which was rare, and shouted loudly: "Relax...don't worry...there is no divine punishment!"
Wen Leyang was carrying a mountain of meat and fell to the ground like pushing a gold stone over a jade pillar. While laughing and panting, he struggled to say: "That's right, that's really what happened!" After that, he talked about the Anshi Rebellion in a few words. He was an average student, but he had heard of storytelling. Anyway, he couldn't summarize it in dozens of words. Damn, after he finished speaking, Wei Mo asked with a face full of surprise. Just tell him directly: "The Tang Dynasty has passed a thousand years ago!"
Wei Mo exclaimed, his face full of surprise, and he stared blankly at Wen Leyang, his lips trembling and unable to speak. Their theory of Heavenly Calculation and Human Earthly Cultivation is to calculate the future. When all the futures are calculated, they will naturally understand the secrets of Heaven.
As a result, they never expected that there was no sun and moon in their cave to do hard calculations, and their speed of arithmetic deduction was slower than that of ordinary people. There is a harmonious society outside, but they have just reckoned with the Anshi Rebellion.
Wen Leyang reluctantly suppressed his laughter and asked tentatively: "You don't know what's going on outside?"
Wei Mo's face was very pale. After hesitating for a while, he shook his head: "I was brought here by my master as soon as I was born, and the same is true for my master. I was brought here by my master when I was still ignorant... It is said by word of mouth that when the master master enlightened the Tao, the Han Dynasty would fall, and thieves would threaten each other. The emperor ordered the princes... Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there is no sun and moon in the cave, and the world is thousands of years old!"
Wen Leyang laughed heartlessly in the meat ball. Wei Mo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, sitting on the ground in a daze, with only paleness and despair on his thin face. They have almost no contact with outsiders. Enter the Tao through calculation, use mathematical deductions, and calculate the general trend of the world one by one. Once the calculation is made, he forgets to sleep and eat, and is completely integrated into the endless mathematics. I don’t know how many generations of descendants have exhausted their efforts to calculate continuously, and the greatest The earth's hope is that after settling this matter, the way of heaven will finally be exhausted.
Only now did I realize that my calculation was correct. The problem is that the way of heaven has already run ahead of them, and they are still wishfully counting the days.
For Wei Mo, this joke is a bit too big.
Wen Leyang couldn't bear it. He wanted to give some advice but didn't know what to say. It can't be said that your special function is very helpful in improving the compilation of history textbooks.
After a while, when Wei Mo had recovered a little, Wen Leyang carefully changed the subject: "Do you know Wei Lao San from Yizigong?" When Wei Mo just jumped up the hill, he had yelled at Wei Lao San, and then he appeared Landslides and landslides. Then he ran away hastily.
Wei Mo nodded absently: "Yes. He and I made an appointment to meet on the hill."
Xiao Jie softly recited a Buddhist verse and nodded thoughtfully. I finally understood why Yizigong gave the Great Mercy Temple such face and personally sent the three masters to Mount Emei to explain the marriage. It turned out that they had other purposes besides this.
Wen Leyang was now wary of Yizigong, and Wei Laosan lacked loyalty at the critical moment. Regardless of whether the young monk was escaping alone, he had no good impression of them at all. He frowned and said to Wei Mo: "Although Yizigong is the right path and the five blessings, But they are not very good at what they do. You'd better be careful when dealing with them." The descendants of Tiansuan have been practicing calculations for generations. They only practice some Qi nourishing skills. Their legs and feet are light and flexible, but they don't have any What magical powers are there
At the end of the day, he sighed in despair. With his mind shaken, his words were no longer as hostile as at the beginning. He shook his head indifferently: "Yizigong gave me a lot of heavy gifts. Originally, I also had other things. Don’t take it to heart, but a few thousand-year-old tortoise shells are of great benefit to calculations of calculations..." He shook his head halfway through speaking, as if he was laughing at himself for still having the dream of being able to calculate, and changed the subject: "They want to Asking about my uncle is not a dirty secret, so I will tell you the truth."
Wen Leyang was about to ask more questions when suddenly a very low voice came from behind him: "Why didn't he run away?"
Immediately a burst of furtive discussion echoed:
"It's been stopping for a long time!"
"Wait a moment."
"This kid is lazy."
"Do not talk."
The Rainbow Fat Brother woke up at some point, but no one said anything. They all hugged each other with expressions of enjoyment and let Wen Leyang run around with them on his back. Now Wen Leyang stopped talking to Wei Mo, Rainbow One finally got impatient with the waiting and asked his companion in a low voice.
Wen Leyang was startled, fearing that the fat men would sneak up on him silently, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Get down!" At the same time, he concentrated his mind and was ready to counterattack at any time.
The fat men pretended to be stunned and laughed and untied each other's arms and legs. They all jumped off Wen Leyang and gathered around him, looking at him carefully up and down, which made Wen Leyang feel a little embarrassed.
A fat man who didn't know who he was had a proud face. He moved his arms and smiled brightly at Wen Le: "No one can unlock Brother Rainbow's Seven Sons Concentric Locking Technique except ourselves!"
Just now, the seven fat men each placed themselves on Wen Leyang. Wen Leyang tried several times but failed to struggle out. Now these fat men came down by themselves and saw that the blind knot that was impossible to untie suddenly loosened.
Wen Leyang was wary and nodded nervously. This Seven Sons Concentric Locking Technique is indeed quite magical.
Seeing him nodding, the fat guys were all happy, and they all talked about it: "The Seven Sons Concentric Lock is very famous."
"All seven of us brothers know everything!"
"Normally we don't get to meet our godfather easily. When we see him, we hug him and are reluctant to let him go."
"My godfather always refuses to be held by us."
"We created this locking method, haha. You can hold me for as long as you want..."
As soon as the seven fat men mentioned their godfather, their expressions immediately lit up with pride. Their characters were indeed very similar to Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan. He is half-stupid, naive and brilliant, and the godfather he talks about must be an old man with a dysentery head who is trying to destroy himself on a hill.
The little stuttering monk softly recited a Buddhist verse.
Wen Leyang also felt a little sad.
Anyone can see that the relationship between the seven fat men and the old man with a dysentery in green robes is extremely deep. The dysentery himself dealt with Wei Laosan and the little stuttering monk. They were evenly matched, but as soon as he saw that the fat men were attacked, he immediately Their minds were in a state of confusion, and in the end they turned violent and overbearing evil forces to destroy themselves, and wanted to perish together with them.
The ferocious blood shuttle finally spared Wen Leyang and the little monk because it was reluctant to hurt the bodies of the fat men.
At that time, Wen Leyang didn't know that the blood shuttle only pursued enemies, and thought that no one could survive under the magical power of the sky-shattering earth. He couldn't bear to let a few innocent fat guys die like this, and wanted to kick them away from the center of the magical explosion. As a result, the unconscious fat guy instinctively applied the Seven-Son Chain Heart Lock Technique. Good people are rewarded, and Wen Leyang also escaped from the blood. Shuttlefield pursuit.
The fat guys were laughing and joking, but one of them reminded everyone: "Be careful with this kid, he's so vicious!"
The others' expressions were shocked at the same time, and they jumped back as if they had been electrocuted. After a while, they saw that Wen Leyang had no intention of doing anything again. Another fat man frowned: "Is this kid a good guy or a bad guy?"
"He's annoying us, so he's a bad guy."
"The world is shaking. He is running with his life behind our backs, yet he seems like a good person."
The seven fat men discussed for a long time as if there was no one around, and the last fat man said categorically: "Boiled fish is even more spicy than us!"
The other fat men stayed for a while, and after a while they nodded: "He is a good person, he is a good person..." After that, they walked up one after another, patting Wen Leyang's shoulder and back with their fat palms, smiling between their brows. The meaning is honest and honest. Then the seven people began to study the little monk in Wen Leyang's arms.
Wen Leyang quickly took a few steps away without saying anything. A fat man said with a smile: "Young monk, you are asking for trouble. If you fight with your godfather, you will be lucky if you don't die."
Others also followed suit. In his words, he was not worried about the old man with diarrhea at all, as if there was no power in the world that could hurt their godfather. When the old man self-destructed, the seven fat men were so hot that they almost lost consciousness and had no idea what happened. When they woke up again, Wen Leyang was carrying them and running wildly in the tunnel. The little monk jumped down from Wen Leyang's arms, quickly took out his mobile phone from his arms, and then shook his head at Wen Leyang: "No... signal!"
Then he staggered and reluctantly sat on the ground, slowly exercising his skills to heal his injuries. The young monk was very talented, so he was favored by the old rabbit demon and accepted as his direct disciple. However, after all, he was young and his cultivation was inferior to that of Wei Laosan and Wei Laosan. The other seats in the five major monasteries are still far behind. When he faced the enemy on the hill, he used the purple wooden fish, which was a treasure that the old rabbit demon left to him for self-defense. Little Stutter had to use all his cultivation to summon the angry-eyed King Kong. , but also destroyed the baby and seriously injured himself. If this Purple Wood Fish were held in the hands of Bu Le Yao Monk, the power of the magical power summoned would be much greater.
Wen Leyang finally relaxed his hands and feet, took out a carrot from his pocket and put it into his mouth, and then asked the fat people: "Who are you all?"
This sentence was like poking a hornet's nest, and the seven people immediately started making noises. Some reported their names, some told their life experiences, and some asked Wen Leyang if the carrots were delicious. After talking for a long time, Wen Leyang reluctantly figured out that the seven brothers had been helpless since childhood, living in an unknown valley and living with wild animals all day long, so each of them had learned the movement skills of an animal. Later, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yan Litou entered the valley and subdued them, washed their marrow and built foundations, and taught them magical powers.
As for the old man with the green robe and the dysentery head, their brothers didn't know who he was. The old man was usually not in the valley, but he always returned to the valley several times a year. He took them out of the valley to catch monsters. The seven brothers had good skills and the old man gave them the powerful magic weapon. They had caught many little monsters over the years. This time they were in Mount Emei to catch monsters. This led to what happened next.
The monsters caught by the fat guys were all small things with no cultivation, and the old man took them all away. As for what they would do after catching these monsters, and who the old man with diarrhea was, they didn't know. In their opinion, catching monsters was just a matter of It's a fun game, don't care about anything else.
The fat men finished talking about the matter and refused to stay where they were. They let their big feet loose and ran around in the middle of the mountain. He clucked his tongue in surprise and looked at the surrounding scene with curiosity.
The young monk Xisheng also shook his head at Wen Leyang. He had only been practicing for a short time and did not recognize the magical powers of the old man with diarrhea. However, when Wei Laosan saw the Blood Lotus, he exclaimed the Blood Sect in surprise, and then tried his best to help the young monk fend off the enemy. This Blood Sect was probably the formidable enemy of Yizigong or the Five Fortunes Righteous Path.
Wen Leyang also shook his head a few times. Even if he thought about it now, he might as well ask Lao Tu Yao Bu Le or his grandma Chang Li when he went out.
Wei Mo hasn't come back to his senses yet. Sitting on the ground with his limbs paralyzed, Wen Leyang kept mumbling over and over again: "Uncle, is he right? Master and ancestors are all wrong..." Wen Leyang knew that the blow to him just now was too great, and he was afraid that he would drive him crazy. , sighed and took up the topic: "Uncle, why is it right?"
Wei Mo didn't even look at him, she just sat there in despair, like Xianglin's wife, she kept repeating the words "Uncle Master is right, Master is wrong."
Wen Leyang walked over and gently flicked a touch of medicine that calmed the mind and calmed the mind into the tip of his nose. Only then did Wei Mo's body tremble. His eyes regained a little sparkle, and he looked at Wen Leyang: "Is what Uncle Master said really true?"
Wen Leyang smiled and asked: "Uncle, what did the old man say?"
"Uncle Master said that not only the sky is numbered, but the earth is also numbered. Human feelings, joys and sorrows are also numbers. If you are not involved in the world, you don't know how to count. Counting without knowing how to count is pure nonsense." If you don't say it at the end, it will be a tongue twister: "Master said that the way of heaven is great Counting, the world is about decimals, and using decimals to push large numbers is like shaking a tree in vain. When you are outside the world, only when you have numbers in front of you can you avoid disturbing others and yourself."
"Oh!" Wen Leyang swallowed, nodded, and after a moment asked unwillingly: "What do you mean?"
At the end, he let out a long sigh: "Uncle Shi wanted to join the world, but Grandmaster and Master insisted on living in seclusion. After a big quarrel, Uncle Shi rebelled against the Tiansuan Sect and joined the world."
After saying that, he paused for a moment and then sighed: "Master said that my uncle is extremely talented and has his own way of deriving numerology for small things in the world. When they were young, their brothers and sisters often enjoyed deducing numerology. Master is very fond of it. The few calculations were correct, but my uncle never missed a beat."
Wen Leyang asked tentatively: "Are two old people telling each other's fortunes?"
Wei Mo nodded: "I guess... I guess!" Wen Leyang chuckled, walked up to Wei Mo and asked, "Old god, can you tell fortunes?"
Wei Mo nodded first, then shook his head: "Uncle Master said that the sky is a number and the earth is a number. I understand it and can calculate it. Not long ago, I tried my best to finally deduce the Anshi Rebellion..."
Wen Leyang quickly interrupted him: "Don't always think about the Anshi Rebellion."
He let out a laugh at the end and continued: "But human relationships are numbers, and joys and sorrows are also numbers. I have never been in the world, and I don't understand these things. I have always used big numbers to calculate big numbers. I have never tried how to calculate decimals. Fortune telling... can... It can be calculated, but it may not be accurate!"
Wen Leyang immediately reported his birth date: "You even calculated the Anshi Rebellion. Not to mention such a trivial matter, you can calculate it for me..."
Wei Mo seemed to have cheered up a little, and scratched the ground a few times according to Wen Leyang's birth date. Suddenly he gave a bitter smile, stretched out his feet and wiped out all the marks he had just scratched. The expression on his face was extremely painful, and his hands Scratching on the head.
Seeing that he suddenly went crazy, Wen Leyang was at a loss and quickly held down Wei Mo.
The end struggled a few times. As if he suddenly remembered something, he asked Wen Leyang: "What is the orientation of your house? Do you know the birth dates of your parents?"
Wen Leyang was stunned: "Fortune tellers don't have to ask these questions, right?"
At the end, he cursed angrily: "I'm not a fortune teller, it's a mathematical deduction. There are a lot of key points required to deduce the result. I have never calculated the decimals of yin and yang in fortune telling. I can't figure out the way for a while. What do I ask you? Just say whatever!”
In the eyes of the Tianshu disciples, everything in the world can be counted, but the derivation process is different. Although Wei Mo was very impressive at the beginning, he was only good at the Dao of Heaven, which was the most important in the eyes of the Tiansuan disciples. number. As for the derivation of decimals in numerology and world affairs, I couldn't figure it out for a while.
Wen Leyang let him go, and honestly Bajiao told Wei Mo the direction of the house and his parents' horoscopes.
After counting for a while this time, I would frown and think for a while, and from time to time I would ask Wen Leyang various questions. At the beginning, they were relatively reliable, such as how many uncles and aunts there were, what the weather was like on the day of birth, and the momentum of Jiudingshan Mountains. Wait, but the more questions he asked later, the more dumbfounded Wen Leyang became. Did he have a dog at home? How many people live in the neighbor's family? What did his parents eat before he was born? There are all kinds of questions. The stalls drawn on the ground are getting bigger and bigger. There are all kinds of ancient magic formulas and diagrams. Out of a radius of more than ten meters.
While making deductions, Wei Mo became furious several times, glaring at Wen Leyang with bitter and hateful eyes. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Wei Mo burst out laughing. Satisfied, he threw the stone bar in his hand to the ground. He laughed wildly and said: "A decimal, nothing more than that!"
Wen Leyang suddenly became nervous. He asked anxiously: "Have you figured it out?"
Wei Mo smiled with satisfaction: "It's not that I figured it out, but I finally figured it out correctly." Wen Leyang asked a little puzzled: "Is it correct?" What was right? "
At the end of the day when he was deducing the numbers, he was completely immersed in his emotions, temporarily forgetting the pain of failed fairy dreams. Just like a student who successfully passed the college entrance examination, his whole body was in high spirits: "Of course you are right, you It’s a man’s place!”
The tired young monk Xi Sheng laughed loudly again and cursed fiercely at the end: "You guys know nothing! The rules of mathematical deduction are different. I am used to calculating the general trend of the world... This is my first time to calculate these small things. Of course, you have to try it first. If you calculate something for which you don't know the answer yet, who knows if it is correct or not!" Then he waved to Wen Leyang: "Come on, let's calculate your age again."
Wen Leyang said with a sad face: "You already know the birth date and birth date, why do you still need to calculate?"
Wei Mo was stunned and nodded: "This is inappropriate, then let me help you figure it out..."
Wen Leyang quickly shook his head: "Old fairy, you must first master the method of decimal calculation in fortune telling and then..." As he said that, Wen Leyang suddenly remembered something: "According to your statement, Uncle Master is good at deducing decimals? What about the world's human affairs? He can calculate all these things? Then isn't he...a living god?!"
I counted the number of words in the text of this chapter. It’s 7163. I’m taking advantage of everyone. I’m so happy. I’m so happy that my beans are on all fours.
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Writing the book Xiaoxian made me very happy. It is true. Simply speaking from a code point, every joke was carefully arranged, and every ridiculous process made me smile silly all the time, which once attracted onlookers.
But it’s not easy to write about this process. We often meet friends who tell jokes. We are so happy that others are confused, so Douzi will repeatedly struggle and revise when coding. If you look at If you can smile at these sections, Douzi's work will not be in vain; if you feel normal, Douzi will continue to work hard in the future. From a writer's point of view, this is not modesty, nor is it pretentious, but something similar to obligation and responsibility. I can't say what it is specifically.
Up to now, Douzi has asked himself, and he can honestly say to himself and his brothers and sisters who like Xiaoxian and are so cute from the bottom of their hearts: I did not inject water, I am very serious.
At the beginning, Xiaoxian was not a successful work, but as long as you feel refreshed while reading the book, you will be refreshed.
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