Maintaining a minimum of respect for the deceased is also an important manifestation of human morality.

The scorching heat of the midday sun dispels all gloom. After a beastly roar at the bottom of the lake, the valley fell silent, and everything seemed to return to what it should be.

After a long time, Li Xiangru dragged the Baipi knife in one hand, grabbed the stones on the shore with the other, and slowly climbed up from the water, and a few blood stains on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He spat out the water droplets, gasped for breath a few times, and lay on his back despite the rocky diaphragm by the river. Turning his head sideways and looking in the direction of Lao Gou's sitting, there was a smug look on his face. ...... on the body

"The Saint of Phaselessness" Volume 1: Once Upon a Time in the Capital Chapter 128: It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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