"Does your son really have this hobby..."

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Thinking about it, I feel that the Southwest is going to become a hell on earth.

Before I become famous as the best in the world, I'm afraid I really won't be able to go back.

Of course, maybe we should let Uncle Qian and the others bring peace to themselves...

As the setting sun changed, he thought about these things in his mind and looked at the figure busy beside the earthen pot. He was not too confused about the decision not to go back.

There is nothing wrong with reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, and traveling in rivers and lakes. Maybe when my father sends his troops to the south of the Yangtze River to save the world, I will be strong and invincible. Then I will be able to help my father and brother and make some real achievements.

It's a big deal.

At this moment, this is what he thought.

Of course, not long after, it was dark, and in a courtyard in the north of the city, Chen Fan, Qian Luoning, Xiao Qi, Hei Niu and others, as he expected, chatted about how he had become so famous all the way here.

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In another place in the west of the city, the huge monk faced the bonfire and listened quietly to his apprentice telling the story of his journey with Long Aotian, a young man from the Chinese Army. They were not far ahead.

Here, members of the Great Light Sect were facing Wang Nanda's mourning hall, chanting mighty scriptures.

Amidst the noisy and loud sound, the young monk's choked voice was like a ripple in the torrent of the vast sea. Lin Zongwu listened to it all quietly...

In this world, all life is like an insignificant drop in this vast ocean. At this moment, the sea is covered with dark clouds and raging, and heavy rain is about to fall in a hurricane. Who can notice the insignificant drop in this ocean?

Just like senior sister Sikong Nan and junior brother Wang Nanda, after a short flight, they finally went into the abyss of being forgotten.

In the blink of an eye, the life that was once full of future disappeared without a trace in the heavy rain of this world.

When he thought of this, he felt extremely sad.

"Amitabha."

The huge figure touched the little bald donkey's shoulder and sighed slightly.

"This is the journey of life."

he said.
Chapter completed!