Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect - Chapter 234

Time travel to become a false widow, with a little bun beside her.

The parents-in-law were unkind, and the sister-in-law was tricky, so they jointly poisoned her to death.

Dong Yue was reborn. Faced with such a tragic situation, she was too lazy to entangle with these beasts and wanted to take Baozi away.

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The general knelt down to intercede for the guilty minister: “He was framed.”

Everyone sighed: the general is kind.

Dong Yuezhi: He was the one who framed him.

The general ran to imprison the prince: “The prince will not do anything rebellious.”

Everyone sighed: The general is upright.

Dong Yuezhi: Running around is true, just to let the prince be convicted of the crime.

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He is the only one who is sincere to her.

“Yueyue, I’m stupid, I can’t say good things, I will protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Stupid mouth?” With a simple and honest face, his mouth turned up and down, making people never turn over, “General, stop pretending!”

He restrained his simple and honest expression, and his eyes were deep and burning: “You are the person I love the most!”

[He has killed countless enemies and achieved countless battles, until he met her, and her every move touched his heart]

[She is versatile, there is nothing she can’t solve, but this man has become a candy that can’t be shaken off]

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Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles.

A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world.

This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path.

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