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Chapter 642(2/2)

Perhaps for ordinary people, having such a future is already a dream.

Only Wang Xu knew that if Ning Caichen could marry Fu Qingfeng, he would rise to great heights in the future, and he would be at least a third-grade man, and even expected to be among the three gentlemen.

The protagonist back then has become an ordinary person. Wang Xu has a calm expression on his face. Who can know the sigh in his heart, but he can only hurt Zhongyong.

My heart is melancholy, and I sing and ballad

Ning Caichen has become a thing of the past, and when he is mentioned again, the only thing he sees in Lanruo Temple is the young man in white clothes, the book basket, the smile on his face, and the word Xiaoqian.

Before Wang Xu left, he also wanted to meet Ye Zhiqiu and Yan Chixia.

It's a pity that he has not seen these two people. Ye Zhiqiu is still wandering around the world, slaying demons and demons, determined to become the number one Taoist of the younger generation in Kunlun Mountain.

Yan Chixia did not change places, but returned to Shushan Jiange for retreat. She would not be able to come back for a few months.

On the day before leaving, Wang Xu called General Xiahou and Yan Shi and revealed Yan Shi's true identity.

When Xiahou Jiang heard that Yan Shi, who had been raised by Yan Chixia, was his son who had been miscalculated for many years, Xiahou Jiang was silent and shed tears, only lamenting that fate had played a role in people.

Yan Shi didn't believe this was true, so he left, saying that he would go to Shushan Jiange to find Yan Chixia and ask for clarification.

Wang Xu did not stop him, because the mystery was no longer a mystery after it was solved. I believe that based on the Taoism of Shushan, it is not difficult to determine whether Xiahou Jiang is Yan Shi's biological father.

Just like that, Wang Xu left, taking with him the secret book of harvesting and the Emperor's Ouyang prepared for the old yellow dog. After handling everything, he left.

The moment the shuttle door opened, a song seemed to ring in his ears.

The road of life is like a long road with sweet dreams, filled with wind and frost, and the wind and frost hit your face dry.
Chapter completed!
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