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 "Sad Continent?...Interesting. Very interesting name. So what era is it now? Second era? It should not be."
 "Third Age, 1180, January, deep winter."
 "Hmm... I remembered it. Boy, I hope you can keep this day in mind, because in the coming time, you will deeply realize how important this day is to you. ."
 The little beggar watched Dim Mie silently, letting him speak. After he finished speaking, the little beggar suddenly said: "Dimming, how can I take you down."
 Dimie glared at the little beggar and sneered: "What, do you feel the pain? You will remember it for me. In the days to come, every time you accept more power from me, it will hurt like this once. Unless you treat you Cut off your arm, otherwise the chains connecting your blood vessels will never loosen."
 After listening, the little beggar stopped talking. In this regard, he felt a little pity. And Die Mi snorted, and the red pupils slowly closed and turned into thin lines, disappearing instantly as they appeared. The blood in the cavity also seemed to be absorbed by the sword and was printed in. The red light in the tent disappeared. This time, sleep can finally be ushered in...
 such a pity.
 After closing his eyes, the little beggar felt extremely sorry in his mind hidden behind the expressionless face.
 The sword that can't be taken off... That is to say, this dangerous thing can't be pawned, so it's Sura...
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 The night of blizzard passed. Senag ushered in a rare sunny morning. The slightly frozen river was sprinkled with bits of gold, and white carpets covered the entire street.
 Under the bridge hole, a little bit of sunshine is rare. Although extremely rare, the golden color still paints the tent with a warm color. Accompanied by the gradual sound of carriages on the bridge, the tent moved.
 The little beggar's head came out from it... No matter how warm it was outside, his vigilant eyes were always looking around. The mouse before coming out of the hole will carefully observe the situation around him to prevent himself from becoming the breakfast of the eagle and snake as soon as he shows up.
 The tent cloth was opened, and the little beggar slowly walked out of it. Holding the little baby girl in his arms, it seemed that he hadn't let go all night.
 The early morning air drilled through the bridge hole, bringing people a different kind of cold than a blizzard. The little beggar couldn't help but shivered, hugged the baby in his arms tighter with both hands, and lowered his head.
 There were a few drops of water on her face, reflecting colorful light in the morning sun. On the red cheeks, the faint breathing continued. I touched it with my hand... it burned, but it didn't return.
 The little beggar caught some fresh snow again and put it in the kettle to boil, but as a result, he no longer had the wood to hold the tent, and he could not withstand the next blizzard. He took a bite of the hard bread and swallowed it with saliva. Wait until the stomach feels a little full, then tear the bread into small pieces, put them in the kettle and burn them together, dip them with your fingers, and feed them bit by bit to the baby girl.
 "Woo...wow..."
 Feeling the sweet smell of the food, the little baby girl opened her mouth slightly and sucked on the little beggar's fingers. Perhaps it was because she was so hungry, her sucking seemed very powerful. Those little hands also hugged the little beggar's fingers, grasped tightly with her weak force, and refused to let go.
 The little beggar was feeding little by little. This breakfast took him too much time. For an hour, he repeated this action of moistening his fingers and feeding the little baby girl.
 However, if this is the case, it will be fine.
 Suddenly, the little beggar's hand stopped suddenly. At the same time, the little baby girl in her arms suddenly shivered slightly. Then, she showed a relaxed expression that seemed to have solved some problem, exhaled, and fell asleep again...
 The warm liquid was passed to the little beggar's hand through the swaddling. The liquid followed the chain and penetrated into his unhealed right arm wound, emitting a gentle tingling pain. Blowed by the cold wind in the early morning, the warm liquid turned into ice cold.
 The little beggar silently stared at the baby girl in his arms, with a pair of cold and merciless eyes on his expressionless face. He was in "trouble", and this "trouble" would definitely take up a lot of his "work" time and let him add a lot of unpaid work.
 The cold wind takes away the warmth of the liquid. In the deep cold swaddle, the little girl's expression gradually became uncomfortable. Finally, she opened her mouth and announced her discomfort with the only weapon the baby could use-crying.
 "Human kid, according to your statement, what should be done?"
 The dark tone was slightly teasing. It seemed that he was very interested in appreciating the next actions of the little beggar.
 "...Do your own business."
 The little beggar coldly looked at the crying baby girl in his arms--
 "Your parents are dead. In this world, no one will come to help you clean up."
 After speaking, the little beggar walked back to the tent, threw the crying little baby **** the haystack, turned around and walked out of the tent...
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 The early morning time is almost over. The noon sun hung, exuding that rare passion. Pedestrians on the road are all wrapped in heavy cotton-padded clothes, walking on the snow with wide, thick and warm shoes. In winter, even if it is sunny, it is still so cold.
 Next to the bridge hole, a simple shelf made of branches was erected at some point. On the shelf, there are pieces of cloth dancing in the wind. Those were the baby girl's swaddlings, they were wiped clean by snow water, and hung there waiting to dry.
 Under the bridge hole, the upper body of the little beggar was naked. He was shivering, his lips were purplish, and his hands clasped his arms tightly. After throwing some filthy hay into the river, he got into the tent and looked at the little baby girl lying in the haystack under his blanket.
 "Boy, your actions are something I can't understand."
 The little beggar shook his torn coat, turned the inside side over, carefully picked up the little baby girl, and put her in the shabby but clean and warm coat. After he folded the clothes, he picked up the little baby girl again, then rolled up the blanket and wrapped it together with the baby girl in his arms.
 "She can change Sura."
 The little beggar walked out of the tent, feeling the biting cold of winter attacking his skin.
 "If it's dirty and smelly, there will be fewer Suras to change."
 After saying this, the little beggar shivered again and stepped into the winter at noon.
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 What is the most indispensable thing in a border city full of disorder and chaos?
 Flower streets.
 It is precisely because of the smog here that this ancient tradition can survive like a cockroach in every dirty place.
 In the northeast corner of Senag, this is the famous place where venereal diseases, smokers, robbers, and murderers haunt the city. Even if it is covered by ice and snow, it can't cover the chaos and misery spreading in this area. In this kind of place, the rich will never come. They have money and can enjoy more high-end women, instead of coming to such a place and picking prostitutes who want to be beautiful and tasteless, just like chunks of fat waiting for someone to do it.
 But there is one thing that even the rich will admit it, or approve it with contempt. This is a place where the poor vent their desires, and it is also a place where various criminal transactions are very frequent.
 The little beggar shrank in the alley, and the mouse eager to survive spied on the outside situation in the dark corner. After confirming that there were no people walking on the street at noon, he lowered his head, holding the little baby girl onto the street and walking in this flower street alley.
 "Where are you going?" Dim Mie mocked in his mind.
 "Go get her to exchange money." The little beggar replied simply.
 "Oh, funny. Hey, she is looking at you, look."
 The little beggar lowered his head and lifted the blanket slightly to look inside. I saw that the little baby girl was already awake. She opened her emerald-like eyes, a little scared, but looked at the little beggar's face very intently.
 The footsteps of the little beggar slowed down slightly. He also looked at the baby girl in his arms and at the little red face. Her eyelashes are very long, and her small lips appear to be slightly whitish. In her light breath, there is a burst of milk scent...It is sweet and smells good.
 The little beggar's hands trembled suddenly. He turned his head away, no longer looking at those innocent eyes. Yes, she shouldn't look at him with such a look, nor should she face him with such a dependent expression. Because before long, the person looking at this pair of emeralds will replace her with Sura, and then throw her into the kiln to fend for herself.
 "Woo... ah... woo... woo..."
 A meaningless murmur came from the little beggar's arms, and her spirit seemed to be much better. In response, the little beggar speeded up his pace and ran to his destination.
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 Pink lady.
 The largest pub in Huajiexiang, a pub specializing in low-quality wine and cheap prostitutes, has such a vulgar name. This is a gathering place for prostitutes and a place where gangsters and thieves fight.
 It is noon, and Pink Lady has not opened for business yet. After the little beggar glanced at the front entrance of the tavern, he immediately walked around to the back of the tavern, where the garbage was taken out. Then he knocked on the door.
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 "Lah"
 The peeping window on the door was pulled open, and a face full of insidiousness and philanthropy emerged from it.
 "Who?"
 "I."
 The man looked down and sneered after seeing the little beggar. Then he closed the viewing window, and after two minutes, the door was opened.
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 (The new year is here, and I wish you all auspicious and good luck in the Year of the Tiger!)
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 When Lin Ming woke up, he traveled through time and became the master of the Xuanjian Sect. 
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 I don’t deserve to be the master of this sect! 
 Lin Ming was preparing to apply oil on the soles of his feet... 
 Ding! The system is coming! 
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 Lin Ming: Don’t panic, stand behind me.
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 “What, your Xiantian Five Elements talent!”
 
 “What do you still have space talent, time talent, and anti-injury talent!”
 
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 Tongtian: Disciple, I have supreme sword intent, can you comprehend it?
 
 Lin Yu: No, no, no, I haven’t practised well before drawing my sword, how can I comprehend such advanced swordsmanship, Master, you waited for me for 100 million years!
 
 Tongtian suddenly became angry: This rebel broke my Biyou Palace with a punch, and the Golden Ao Island shattered as he drew his sword, and said that the foundation was not well laid?
 
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 … N times after transmigrating
 Cannon fodder: (angry contempt) … You’re already so powerful, why are you still shamelessly holding on to a golden thigh to deal with us!?
 Gu Bai: (deadpan) That… holding and holding… got used to it…
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 Sword Saint Ji Yuan has just breakthrough to the lofty seventh realm saint level after a period of 100 years. When he returns to his celestial clan where he was once the Sword Saint, he has found out that many things have changed.
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 This is actually a xianxia romance story about an unromantic cultivator who likes his beard and the romantic leading maidens who all hates his beard.
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 Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life 
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 Hot microblog search: #Humans have been officially listed as an endangered species.#
 The headline of the daily newspaper: [Annual salary is ten million, and there is no one to take it?! Mainecoon Cat Prime Minister said he offered high prices to recruit service workers for grooming, cat cooking, and manicure cutting, but no one has applied in fifty years.]
 Gu YuMian: ….
 Ten million a year? Coincidentally, he was a professional zookeeper.
 Other anchors focus on things popular, fans and intrigue. Gu YuMian focuses on making leopard meals, combing ErHa’s hair and feeding a panda cub. His live broadcast became more popular.
 After a long time, Gu YuMian found out that the snow leopard he picked up was the Emperor of the Empire, the panda was a famous star, and Erha was the hottest novelist in the whole world?!
 Grumpy, gloomy, childish, snow leopard Emperor x suffering human
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 Wei Bujuan was forced to spend eight hundred years at the foot of Qingya Mountain.
 For eight hundred years, the sky thundered and washed the body.
 Qingya Mountain has become a restricted area of ​​life that everyone turns pale upon hearing.
 Wei Bujuan has also become a taboo being rumored in the world of cultivating immortals!
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 Fu Qingjun found that his hair could grow countless civilizations. 
 So the myth began. 
 Traveling through endless shadows and whispers, lurking in malicious evil. 
 He began to transform into the most terrifying evil god that traversed the castle in the mist, and the disaster of knowledge brought about by countless dimensions, and often exchanged taboo knowledge with people’s hairline… 
 That was an unprecedented natural disaster!! 
 The people who lose their heads are strong, and countless people have passed on the ancient stories in the wind. All beings are terrified and call the terrible disaster that crosses countless civilizations, the disaster of extinction.
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 Orochimaru made an indelible contribution to this.
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