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The fire is blazing.
"Save or not?" In the firelight, a man in white was meditating and didn't take the high temperature around him seriously.
Looking at countless Coalition soldiers armed with guns outside the fire, the white man flinched. Naturally, he is not afraid of those people, but he doesn't want to get into any trouble. Among other disciples, he is the heaviest, and has not yet soared.
With a sigh, the man in white sacrificed his escape and suddenly left this beautiful royal garden.
The fire continued to burn ...
"Alas, it is a pity that this great practice lies." Dozens of miles away, the man in white took a little melancholy and finally took a look at the place where he had lived for many days, and his heart was lost. He felt sorry for losing another place to cultivate immortality, and he blamed himself for having no conscience. People in white know that if they were changed to other disciples who have soared, they would not be disturbed by this foreign object.
"Come on, the road to enlightenment is long, and we will lose this blessed land in a few years. We are monks and nuns, why should we care about these years? " The white man shook his head, pinched his fingers, and the figure disappeared again.
One year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years, seven years, eight years and nine years. ...