“…… The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. - Send "Linjiang Immortal". ”

In the study, above the four bullies, Haoran is surging with righteousness.

Ji Xiu tirelessly began to copy frantically on the paper, and before he knew it, the bright moon on the sea rose into the sky, and the candle flame began to burn half of it.

Chapter 139 of "I Live Forever by Writing Books": The little dragon girl came to the door. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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