Passing by, rustling.

It blows the xun of the dead and the chapter of the defeated army.

The broken Great Xia Dynasty was immersed in the ocean that overflowed the world, and hundreds of years passed by in a hurry.

Among the ruins, no vegetation has withered, no flesh and blood has rotted.

The water does not flow and the wind does not flow.

The innocent people who were still dying looked up at the sky and asked why.

The soldiers, covered in blood and arrows, were holding the flag of the Great King's Dynasty tightly and their bodies were half-kneeling.

Some people were frightened, some were panicked, and some resigned themselves to their fate and were buried.

The world is broken and devastated, frozen a hundred years ago, and frozen to the present.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and there are raging waves in the river. In the raging waves, there is a giant standing, maintaining the posture of throwing with all his strength, and what is thrown out is the hope of this world.

And this hope is riding on the wind and waves, and will arrive in the secret realm of Daolian, which, like this world, once collapsed between heaven and earth, and then the creatures revived to form a world of their own.

I will also bring you a sentence.

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"What did Junior Sister Huayi say?"

In the Butian Pavilion in the Eastern Region of the Immortals, an extraordinary handsome man with a rich and powerful personality was questioning the servant who came to inquire about the news.

The man's name is Li Xuantong, he is a disciple of the Renzi lineage of Butian Pavilion, and one of the heirs of the Li family in the Middle-earth God Realm.

The Renzi lineage of Butian Pavilion is the ninth generation of disciples from the beginning of Butian Pavilion to the present. They are ranked according to the heavenly stems, A, B, C, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui.

Li Xuantong is undoubtedly among the best among the ninth generation disciples and is a well-deserved genius of the world.

He lived a life of unrestrained love for freedom, and passed among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching him.

Until, six months ago, he met Su Huayi, who was among the new batch of ninth-generation disciples. He was astonished and fell in love at first sight.

He has never seen such a beautiful, cold and melancholy woman. She is as melancholy as a lotus in the rain, which makes people forget about the world and want to sacrifice their lives for pity.

Although Su Huayi rejected him time and time again, he could feel that this was not a pretentious play to win his love from the girls he had met in the past, but she was really rejecting him mercilessly.

Not only did this not dampen his self-confidence, it actually aroused more likes.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to cut off contact with thirteen girls, one, two, three, four...eighty, ninety...to express his infatuated love.

But Su Huayi still ignored him, and the occasional conversations were out of friendship.

He, Li Xuantong, became more and more courageous in the face of repeated setbacks, and started fighting with the men and even women of Butian Pavilion who coveted Su Huayi.

Among his peers, the opponent that gives him the most trouble is undoubtedly Lu Feng, the junior of Painting Saint Lu Zhizun. In terms of appearance, he is not inferior to him, in terms of strength, he is not weaker than him, and in terms of family background, he is slightly stronger than him.

Just tonight, with the bright moon hanging high and such a beautiful scenery, Li Xuantong once again took courage and expressed his love. Even if he failed, he still wanted to show his love to the beautiful woman.

"Master, Su Huayi said you are a good person." The servant buried his head.

"What? Say it again?" Li Xuantong's eyes widened.

The servant hesitated:

"Miss Huayi said you are a good person, but..."

"I know!" Li Xuantong waved his hand with excitement on his face:

"She said that I am a good person, which proves that she has a good impression of me."

"Well... Young Master... Miss Huayi may not mean this..." The servant didn't know how to answer. He grew up studying with the Young Master and understood that a loyal servant should advise his master and keep him awake at all times.

"What do you mean if you don't mean that?" Li Xuantong glanced sideways, his face full of joy:

"Has she ever said that Lu Feng is a good person? Has she ever said that Wu Wudi is a good person? Has she ever said that Chen Shuidong is a good person?"

The servant was speechless. The young master was obviously a veteran among thousands of flowers. Why couldn't he understand such a simple meaning now?

Could it be that he was sincerely moved and his eyes were blinded by love?

Li Xuantong raised his head to look at the moon, put his hands behind his back, and said with high spirits:
Chapter completed!