"Think about the past, dream!"

The white-clothed Han Zhou and Han Zhou themselves have already completed poems.

"With my current understanding of "Shooting the Song with Zhang Servants", it's not a problem to solve the nine ghosts at once, right?"

Under Han Zhou's pen, the ink burns.

Li Guang held a strong bow and stood in the void.

Han Zhou looked coldly, and frantically output his tone: "Manual!" fang！ Steal! ”

Being poured into his body by a far more basic amount of Wen Qi in the air Li Guang had a kind of i.e

Chapter 100 of "The Daily Life of Confucian Sages Beating People along the Network Cable" Hundred Tribulations! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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