In the twilight, 600,000 barbarian soldiers camped and camped, stretching endlessly.

Hundreds of war drums and hundreds of gongs rumbled and roared with each other, and the purple royal flag depicting the "castle abyss" hung flat in the clear blue sky.

On the golden platform, the barbarian emperor sat on the throne, looked around at the majestic imperial son, and said:

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, it's ridiculous."

"It's going to be a hunting game!"

The three inquisitors who accompanied the expedition looked at each other.

The Abyss Emissary seemed to remind His Majesty to stop using the word "mayfly shaking the tree", after all, the madman of the lonely city really did it on his own.

"This battle is not only to annihilate the living force of the Han slaves, but also to take advantage of the situation to cripple Beiliang."

The barbarian emperor's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne, and a pair of children looked at the blonde inquisitor:

"Don't use the genocidal policy for the time being, first confuse the people of Beiliang to let down their guard and surrender sincerely, how do you say that sentence in the original plain?"

A nearby guard said cautiously: "Eat pot pulp to welcome the king......

"Yes!" The barbarian emperor's jaw.

Karl frowned deeply, exchanged glances with the other two Inquisitors, and said nothing.

Your Majesty, you're thinking too far!

No matter how big the advantage is, at least we must first deal with the battle of national fortunes.

"Your Majesty, Poor Dao is going to kill an old friend."

At this time, a Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe rose from the military camp and swept towards the east.

The Barbarian Emperor remained motionless, and since the death of the Begonia of Evil, he had been deprived of the authority to command the Abyss Saint.

Just like this Taoist priest, it is not a consultation at all, but a notice.

Approaching the Yumen Pass for 100 miles, the master of the academy seemed to have a sense, and he walked quickly in the air, hunting and flying in his shirt.

"Remembering Jiangnan, do you still have the face to go back to the Central Plains?" The Master was rarely furious, and his face was dark and cold.

"Good birds choose trees to perch, Poor Dao is twenty years younger than you, and now he can face you directly, so is Poor Dao's choice wrong?"

The Taoist priest walked leisurely, the dust swayed gently, and the qi machine went around a wonderful arc.

He continued:

"Three generations of wizards from the Central Plains, you want to be the grave keeper of Shenzhou culture, and you have lost your enterprising spirit."

"Tang Emperor Li Bang is extremely talented, but he wants to abandon his domineering and turn to the royal road, and cut off his own arm."

"Poor Dao is less than forty years old, and he can be called the leader of the Mesozoic Era, and sooner or later Poor Dao will step into the realm of land immortals that the world dreams of, and open a heavenly gate for the world."

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth had a vision!

A barrier as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky, covering the land for several miles.

The Taoist priest hung the dust above his head, and his body rushed straight away.

The master moved his lips, the light curtain surrounded the outside of the body, and rows of small characters poured out of the light curtain, with Tianxian in his mouth, and every small word was a killing blade.

Rumble!

Yi Jiangnan slammed into the light curtain fiercely, he forged King Kong in the abyss blood, and boasted that he was the second in physical strength, and no one in the world dared to call him the first.

At the moment of Guanghua's explosion, all the surrounding qi engines were shattered, and a radius of three miles became an isolated place.

"The abyss has used a spy, codenamed Elk."

"Second, the barbarian emperor holds a bottle of doom blood in his hand, which is enough to decide the direction of the war, or spread it tonight and deal with it well."

At the moment of approaching, the Taoist priest spoke quickly, and his brutal fist rumbled and smashed into the master's chest.

The master's face was indistinguishable from joy and anger, and his heart gushed out with magnificent righteousness, and the wave as thick as the mouth of a bowl shook a fist open.

"Why?"

Yi Jiangnan retreated nine feet back, his hands were hanging low and it was difficult to stand firm in the air, he pouted:

"Poor Dao wants to live forever, so he surrenders to the abyss, but Poor Dao has never forgotten his Central Plains bloodline."

"The public is eternal, the private is temporary, and the poor are willing to be private."

After speaking, his expression was indifferent, and his body collided again, and King Kong's body smashed towards the master like a meteorite.

The battle lasted more than 300 moves, until nightfall, the Taoist priest's breath was sluggish, and he looked at the bloodstained old Confucian, and laughed:

"The master of the academy is nothing more than that, in another five years, he will definitely kill you!"

Laugh and leave.

Back in the barbarian camp, Yi Jiangnan's mouth oozed blood, surrounded by shadowy old monsters.

"Stick to three hundred moves, you have made rapid progress in the past ten years." The purple-haired old man has hoarse vocal cords.

Yi Jiangnan took medicine to regulate the inner body, and said:

"If it weren't for abandoning the darkness and turning to the light, the poor path would still be only the realm of enlightened people, and it was the abyss that made the poor path."

The purple-haired old man bowed his head and asked:

"The abyss can also make Gu Changan, right?"

The rest of the old monsters had vague expressions and could not detect mood swings.

"What do you mean?" Yi Jiangnan looked up at him.

The purple-haired old man held his hands behind him and said casually:

"Come out."

Oh, a young man wearing a bloody robe and full of white hair walked out of the corner of the gate.

His eyes are glazed and his breath is crazy.

"Gu Chang'an?" Yi Jiangnan was shocked.

The white-haired man didn't look at him, and sat on the wooden steps in a daze, like a child who was at a loss and nervous when he came to a strange place.

"How is that possible?" Yi Jiangnan couldn't detect the aura in this person's body, and instantly shuddered.

"Fake......," he said, half-convinced.

How could such a martyr who swore to defend the national spirit surrender to the barbarians?

The purple-haired old man said meaningfully:

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as he can destroy Hannu's psychological defense."

The old monsters laughed and said nothing, and after three months of research in the abyss, they transformed into exactly the same madman.

It's a perfect masterpiece!

Yi Jiangnan regained his composure and deliberately showed a smile that his plan had succeeded, but his heart fell to the bottom.

At this juncture, the appearance of fake Chang'an is tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky, causing endless panic to millions of male teachers.

"Chang'an, let's meet the crown of the gods." The purple-haired old man said softly.

"Oh." The white-haired man nodded and walked in the direction of the Golden Terrace.

The barbarian emperor on the throne stared at the person who came closely, and a strong murderous intent erupted in his eyes, and even the green tendons on the back of his hands were bulging!

Although he knew it was fake, that anger almost devoured him.

It was the madman who brought him the greatest humiliation since he came to power, and almost shook his throne position!

"Your Majesty." The white-haired man saluted respectfully.

The Barbarian Emperor snorted and immediately calmed down:

"I have an important task for you later."

After speaking, he looked up at the night, and said in a deep voice:

"Karl, release the blood of doom!"

"I want to show the Han slaves in the Central Plains what a new type of war is!

”

After saying that, he threw the eyeball pendant over.

The blonde-haired inquisitor took the securition and ordered his attendants to rush to the Jade Gate Pass, and reminded the abyss cultivators to prepare for the formation.

……

In the middle of the night, there were only sporadic patrolling sentinels outside each camp, and the bonfires were gradually extinguished, and the boundless snoring was mixed with the intermittent snorting of the horses.

Suddenly.

The wind howled, and wisps of gray mist filled the sky over the barracks.

The soldiers who slept in their clothes turned back and forth in their sleep, and the nightmare came without warning, and dozens of people in the tent camp were sweating profusely, and when they woke up, they looked left and right.

"I dreamed of evil spirits." Some soldiers rubbed their eyes, and their hearts were full of seasons.

The rest of the people were shocked one after another, they were also the same nightmare, there were ghosts and monsters wrapped around their limbs, and they couldn't tear them off.

"Don't scare yourself." The centurion at the head shouted angrily, and then lay down and went back to sleep.

The soldier took a sip of the kettle, barely held back the panic, and then laughed at himself, we are battlefield warriors, how can we be afraid of the ghost, just behead with a knife!

In the middle of the incense burn, the soldier fell asleep, and the same nightmare came again.

"Damn, go out and breathe!" The centurion sensed that something was wrong and put on his armor and walked out of the tent.

The moonlight had been obscured by the gray mist, and despite the campfires everywhere, the moor was still a dark lake.

At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers walked out of the endless camp, all with confused faces, gathered in the open field to discuss, and after confirming that everyone was the same nightmare, they quickly filled with uneasiness.

In the central square of the coalition army, there are many flags, and one by one the martial arts powerhouses are sitting cross-legged in the direction of the Bagua Array, and the qi is turbulent.

The atmosphere is oppressive and deadly.

Master Ruan Xian and other saints looked at the gray mist from afar, and the sorrow between their brows lingered.

After Yi Jiangnan's reminder, they were planning and discussing last night, but the Central Plains had never been in contact with the blood of doom, so they couldn't think of a way to counteract.

"Maybe it's invading sleep." The girl in the robe sealed the hexagram and gave an ambiguous guess.

Xu Ting stood quietly, his inky brows furrowed deeply.

Invasion of sleep?

Almost the deadliest blow!

The soldiers are not well rested, how can they go into battle to kill the barbarians?

Tired before stepping into the battlefield, he will only become a ghost under the butcher's knife of a wild dog.

"Relocation?" Emperor Zhao said tentatively.

"No." Xu Ting vetoed and said in a deep voice:

"The military camps close to Yumen Pass are all elite generals, if you change the camp and move the logistics people to Yumen Pass, then the strategic deployment will be completely messed up!"

The generals around them were silent.

An army of 1.3 million is not 130 people, where can you change the location of the barracks casually.

Now the dilemma is that the closer you get to Yumen Pass, the more bad luck will be, and the thinner it will be.

But the front is the main force of the battlefield, and they can only decide whether the war is won or lost by fighting bravely to kill the enemy.

"List a pseudo-hundred schools of thought contention formation, academy students, come with the old man."

The old man in the Confucian shirt strode out of the square.

There was a dead silence behind him, as quiet as a tomb.

The so-called "Hundred Schools of Thought" formation is at the cost of countless lives!

"Zhuangzi Fisherman" has a saying, sincerity to the golden stone is open.

What is sincerity?

Trade your life for it.

The Master turned and stared at them with a blank face:

"There is no way back in the Central Plains."

Xu Ting's face was tense, and he shouted angrily:

"Obey!"

"Open the formation!"

"You will go down in history with your name in death."

After speaking, he followed the master with a cold face, but his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

The hundred cultivators, led by the students of the academy, stood in place, and the sudden military order was like a dagger, slamming into their hearts.

We are going to die this time for victory, who will say that scholars have no courage? ”

"In addition to strategizing and doing their best in the temple, scholars can also fight on the battlefield and make heroic sacrifices."

"If there is a choice, the Master will not take this path."

A thin scholar in a green shirt smiled freely, waved his hand and took the lead in leaving.

The thirty scholars who had been arranged before the war followed silently, and the hundred martial arts scholars lagged behind, and the team was like a long winding dragon.

War is so cruel that they know they have to sacrifice and most likely even to no avail.

At this moment, no matter who it is, there is some despair in my heart.

However, there has never been a shortage of people in the Central Plains who are so desperate that they resolutely go to their deaths.

Although there are a few who want to be deserters, but in the face of a pair of sad eyes, they retreat and are cowards for a lifetime, so they would rather be heroes for a moment.

Even if no one remembers me, that moment is still as bright as a shooting star.

Two miles near the Yumen Pass, the gray mist obscured the crescent moon, and the gloomy and suffocating aura fell into hell.

The hysterical shouts of the barbarians could be faintly heard, as well as the rumbling of drums, and a few purple dachiers rose at the end of the gray mist.

"Array!" The Master drank vigorously.

In the boundless silence, the hundred martial arts scholars performed their duties and drove their internal forces in their own directions.

Rumble!

The heavens and the earth are clear, and the pillar of light falls to the ground suddenly, like a waterfall that falls from the nine heavens and pours into the world!

The surrounding gray mist swirled in a whirlpool, flowing again in the direction of the Western Regions, and the gray mist gradually converged into a small stream.

"It works."

Countless people looked solemn, and their hideous and distorted faces in the formation were clearly suffering intensely.

"Ask the students to die."

The master drank blood with all his heart, and his face was still calm.

The moment the voice came out, the students of the academy who were in the eye of the hundred schools of thought contending for each other, each of them sacrificed their souls, the pillars of light became more and more brilliant, and the gray mist of the military camp quickly surged towards the Western Regions.

The eldest princess of Chu had tears in her eyes, and she watched the soldiers of Chu fall into the formation, and those young men in their prime died in the battlefield of the Western Regions.

"The Mo family keeps up!"

Dongwu Qingong roared angrily.

"Taoists follow." Ruan Xian looked at the group of Taoist priests in the southeast corner, who were already bleeding.

The gray mist in a radius of a hundred miles became darker and darker, but the corpses in the formation were more eye-catching.

"They will surely shine immortally in the annals of history." Some generals looked sad, and their arms holding guns were trembling.

"No, they just want to win." Xu Ting's voice was fierce.

Suddenly.

Hundreds of miles are transparent, and purple light dispels the night.

In the line of sight, ten old monsters in masks were entrenched in the air, and strange qi surged out of their bodies, condensing into a long snake, and crashing towards the gray mist.

Enter!

Again!

In a short moment, the doom stream flowed in the opposite direction, spreading in the direction of the Central Plains military camp again.

Instead of stopping, the ten Abyss Saints frantically blessed the Holy Power, vowing to let the doom qi erode the 600,000 elites of the Central Plains.

It is never the saints who decide the outcome of the war, but the ordinary and ordinary soldiers.

"Farmer, die!"

A rough and swarthy enlightened person's heart was like a knife, and his voice reverberated in the formation.

As the young farmers sacrificed their lives, the large pillars of light shone one after another, competing with the purple serpent, and they were outstanding.

"Gu Chang'an."

The purple-haired old monster roared angrily, and a white-haired and red-robed man walked out behind him, and he quietly looked around at the Central Plains people, looking at the shocked and shocked faces.

Including the rumored beautiful empress, her face is also pale at the moment, as if she has seen the most terrifying spectacle in the world.

"Why should you die?"

"Bitter or not, no one is worthy of your life, stop."

The white-haired man spoke softly, and then smiled lonely:

"No matter how much despair I have experienced, I have never been able to meet hope, and in the end I still have to die, why don't I ask myself."

"Who is this life for?"

"You are covered in bruises, and they shed a few fake tears, and tomorrow they will be forgotten, and you will have to suffer tomorrow."

"Retreat, retreat......"

His voice was hoarse and muddy at the end, and he walked around in the footsteps of a madman.

The formation fell into a dead silence of despair.

The pillar of light suddenly dimmed, and the shoulders of the hundred martial arts scholars trembled, and blood oozed from both sides of their noses.

It was difficult for them to accept this scene, and the heroes of the Central Plains, whom they admired the most, were now standing in the ranks of the barbarians.

"Fake!" The empress danced wildly, and for the first time in her life, she hysterically roared filial piety.

"Self-deception!" The purple-haired old monster's voice was like rolling thunder, and his eyes jumped over the vast sea of people and fell on the world's first astrologer:

"Li Ping, aren't you good at divination, please."

The girl in the Taoist robe held a peeping talisman, the copper plate at the front end was broken without wind, and the hexagram rod was also broken.

"Fake, Gu Changan is still in the Western Regions." Her eyes were red, and she said categorically.

Master Ruan Xian and the other saints were silent, and they keenly caught the hesitation and pain in Li Ping's eyes.

"You clearly spied out that he was at Yumen Pass, why do you lie?" The purple-haired old man laughed, and his voice spread far and wide along the gray mist.

A perfect masterpiece, of course, is perfect everywhere, and the abyss has long been wary of Li Ping's terrifying talent and forged the heavenly machine in advance.

"Chang'an, only the abyss of empire is your hometown."

"You will be the pride of the Empire, and you will bring glory to the Empire!

”

Many old monsters waved their arms, roaring unscrupulously, and the long purple snake was condensed and strong, pushing the gray mist a hundred miles away again.

"Chang'an never leaves home, Chang'an never surrenders!" Liu Shang shouted at the far end with all the strength of his chest, no matter how similar the disguise was, he couldn't be Chang'an.

"Master......" The empress's eyes signaled to continue the formation, and whoever descended in the world would not be Gu Changan.

"A group of selfish people, always think that I am omnipotent, always think that I am a god, when I am surrounded by ten thousand brute dogs, where were you?"

"Why can't I embrace a new life? I was loyal to the brute three years ago! ”

The white-haired man lost control of his emotions, and his voice was sharp and trembling.

Hearing the word "brute dog", the purple-haired old monster narrowed slightly at the corners of his eyes, but he quickly calmed down his emotions, the more he did this, the more flaws were not revealed!

This dog thing is really like!

Suddenly, there was a delusion that he was really a lonely madman.

"Are you still stupid?"

A group of old monsters looked at the hundred martial arts scholars in the formation, only half of them were left, all of them were confused, and there was a feeling of collapse of faith.

The most feared is the "Hundred Schools of Thought Controversy Formation", although it is a pseudo-formation, the effect is enough to dispel bad luck.

The only way to let "Gu Changan" punish his heart!

This plan takes effect!

Not only the formations, but also the generals in the distance showed despair, and panic spread like a hurricane in the barracks.

It was the torch held high in the darkness that spread throughout the Central Plains, and it was what that man did that gave the Chinese descendants the courage to fight, and the moment before the Central Plains started the war-

But he descended.

How ridiculous?

Although most of the generals did not believe it, no matter how similar they were to the portrait man, they were determined, but panic quickly infected their army like a plague.

……

Golden Terrace.

After receiving the news of the flying pigeon, the barbarian emperor Huo Ran got up, smashed his fist on the throne, and laughed heartily:

"Hannu is in danger!"

Shaking morale in front of the station can be described as a lore, and a fake move in the abyss is enough to lay the foundation for victory or defeat.

Ninety percent of the Han slaves do not believe it, but as long as one percent believes, there is a gap in unity and cohesion, and it will be a disastrous blow on the battlefield.

"Ugh." The Barbarian Emperor sighed.

He came with passion, and along the way, he didn't know how many kinds of tricks and tricks he imagined, and how many strategic ways he planned, but he didn't expect that he would still have to rely on the abyss.

There is a kind of talent and ability that has nowhere to vent the grievances.

The burly inquisitor cried out:

"Your Majesty, in the first battle at noon tomorrow, I will lead 60,000 elites to be the vanguard and defeat Hannu in one fell swoop!"

"No!" The Barbarian Emperor smiled fiercely, "Don't be defeated, I want to disembowel!" ”

Karl suddenly frowned and looked up at the gray sky.

Han Nu listed the formation to dispel the bad luck in reverse, and the bad luck that leaked out faintly surged to the Western Regions, and it also flowed towards the deep territory of seven thousand miles.

"Your Majesty, I always feel that I have neglected something......" he was uneasy.

……

Late at night, lonely city.

Gu Changan's legs hung in the air, leaning against the wall of the watchtower, staring at the moonlight with clear and clean eyes.

"It's been a long time, why did you come to steal my home again." He jumped down from the tower, a shallow wisp of gray gas approaching the territory of the Qiqi.

"Get out!"

Gu Chang'an's hair was scattered, and he cut it off with a sword.

In an instant, the doom qi and the world-weary and cruel unique qi fused together, and then wisps of doom qi fluttered and rushed towards Gu Changan like crazy.

"Will it snow?" He smiled suddenly, and although there was tearing pain in all his internal organs, he didn't feel any pain when he got used to it.

He remembered the first time it snowed, and it was also the evolution of the qi engine.

So, Gu Chang'an stood next to the Qi Qi with a standing sword, frantically devouring the refining ash gas.

The wind and clouds surged, the heavens and the earth rumbled, and the yellow sand rolled into a giant dragon.

The light snow fluttered and fell, drifting snow along the road where the bad luck came from, from west to east, the snowflakes were like an arrow shot towards the Yumen Pass, presenting a majestic vision.

Gu Changan was covered in blood, he faltered and wanted to follow the heavy snow, but when he thought that he wanted to guard his home, he could only absorb it on the spot.

……

Golden Terrace.

Countless thugs fell into a deathly silence.

The doom was violent, and the gray mist spread wildly for seven thousand miles in the Western Regions like a surging river, sweeping countless camps along the way.

The barbarian emperor was as sluggish as a sculpture, and said in a daze:

"Could it be that the Abyss Saint was defeated by a hundred schools of thought and was counterattacked?"

The judges' scalps tingled.

This blood of doom is now beginning to erode the children of the empire, and the co-authorship is the same as useless, both sides are not in a good state of mind and stand on the same starting line, isn't it funny to be a killer feature?

"Does the Abyss Sage fake a madman, does it work?" The Barbarian Emperor's aura was furious, and he couldn't believe how the bad luck had flowed into the depths of the Western Regions.

But suddenly, the barbarian emperor Tong Kong shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered the most incredible scene in the world.

Snow!

Heavy snow!

From left to right, the snowflakes drifting from west to east gradually drift towards Yumen Pass.

And the traces of the heavy snow passing through have an extremely deep and obvious heaven and earth qi machine, that kind of world-weary and cruel meaning, but any cultivator can easily detect it.

The truth speaks for itself!

As his eyes swept toward the throne, Carl was in for a treat, finally realizing what he had overlooked.

Lonely City.

A madman in the hinterland of seven thousand miles!

He's sucked up all the bad luck!

If it weren't for refining, there would never be a vision of heaven and earth.

The barbarian emperor was dizzy, the whole person was paralyzed on the throne, breathing rapidly, and the scarlet of a double child was terrifying.

In front of everyone's eyes, he lost a big face.

The blood of abyss doom, that madman can actually be refined?

"I've made a mistake!" The corners of the barbarian emperor's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that his face was gone, and when he looked around, the inquisitor and the central military general stood silently, but no one spoke.

In the words of the Central Plains, this is called stealing chickens and rice.

What an enemy!

Although it was not intentional, no one expected that the Hundred Schools of Thought Formation would drive the doom back to the Western Regions, in a sense, it was the Central Plains helping the madman.

But the empire only looks at the results.

His Majesty's move is really ridiculous, since a madman can refine, presumably his cultivation has skyrocketed a lot......

There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and the crown will operate again and again, and he will have to think twice if he is loyal.

If this battle goes unwell, His Majesty will be removed from the throne by the Abyss.

Enemy, that's really a slap in the face of the abyss!

……

Yumen Pass.

The picture came to an abrupt end.

Heaven and earth seem to be frozen.

Countless people looked up at the heavy snow pouring in, and the white snowflakes drifted towards the Central Plains military camp like that, but wherever there were traces of gray mist, they were covered with goose feathers and heavy snow.

"It's snow." The soldiers from Soochow had never seen heavy snow, and it was even more difficult to imagine such a strange spectacle, the snow from west to east, fleeting.

"It's him!" There are military generals who are sonorous and powerful, and their expressions are excited.

That unique self-created qi machine is too obvious.

"Gu Chang'an!"

A deafening roar instantly sounded around him, and countless soldiers waved their arms and roared.

In front of the battle, the empress and the others tried their best to restrain their emotions, but when the snowflakes fell on the palms of their hands, they still felt earth-shaking shock.

He stepped up again.

"It's him!" Li Ping's eyes lit up with excitement, and the place where the qi machine passed, it was as if he had come here.

But in an instant, he was depressed, and his chest seemed to be overwhelmed by a boulder.

The boundless doom qi was absorbed by him alone, just like the dream demon that was originally endured by hundreds of thousands of generals, and he took it alone.

"Chang'an?" The master gushed out of righteousness all over his body, and turned into the word "punishment" and blasted at the white-haired man:

"You deserve it too?!"

The white-haired and red-robed robe suddenly panicked, where could the Enlightened Cultivator withstand this blow, he wanted to dodge behind the purple-haired man, but he was kicked to the ground.

"Rubbish stuff!"

The emotions of the old monster in the abyss were close to exploding, and the purple long snake gradually returned to nothingness, and everyone threw up their sleeves and left the Jade Gate Pass.

Shame!

It's like a slap in the face, and I can't wait to find a hole to get into.

What does this waste do under the crown of the gods, won't the doom poured out send people to dissipate it?

If the war is blocked, Tuobali must go to the gallows to apologize to the people of the empire!

Bang.

The abandoned white-haired man was cut in two and died no longer to die.

In the distance, Zhelan stood in front of the gate, looking at the passionate and joyful Yumen Pass, his expression was uncertain.

At that moment, at this moment.

How can it be so similar?

He used to walk this path.

Yue Jiuling repeated the mistake of the past.

Hu Yanshou does not learn a lesson.

And then......

The king of the empire is also planted!

It's almost all the same kind of chronic suffering, and sometimes it is even suspected that it is the reincarnation of destiny?

……

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