Half a month has passed, and there should be a lot of drinking habits in the bamboo forest.

He also fished, grilled fish and drank alcohol.

The rest of the time is spent practicing swords, only one sword.

Constant repetition, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, the number of times is constantly superimposed.

Chen Yuan sat by the lake, his fishing rod shaking, but he was unmoved.

Xiaohuo lay next to him and ......

Chapter 1147 of "The First Immortal of the City" The gentleman is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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