I still like to grow peanuts.
I built a piece of land near the bamboo forest in the suburbs.
The first year of planting peanuts, I had to dig up the peanut seeds every few days.
Dig it out, wash it, and eat it.
I don't like to eat the dug out peanuts, a little damp, the smell of dirt can't be washed away.
Can't figure out why he likes to eat.
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In the second year of planting peanuts, I stopped digging around.
Just a few days later, I went to dig through the soil to see if anyone was secretly digging for my peanut seeds.
Too bad no one stole my peanuts.
Sure enough, he was the only one with this strange hobby.
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In the third year, I successfully planted peanuts.
Peanut leaves are green, very lush, and grow well.
However, I found that I don't like to eat peanuts, I only like to grow them.
So, the autumn wind rustled, and my peanuts gradually withered in the ground.
I'm waiting for someone who likes to eat my peanuts.
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In the fourth year, I didn't know what I was doing or what to do.
Blades and Souls can transform into anything at will.
So, I let Shuanghua become his appearance, and then I painted one portrait after another of him.
Strangely, after a few days, those crappy portraits were gone.
It's like this every time, and I'm tired of it.
Forget it, dancing, writing and ink are really not suitable for this king.
I threw away the brush and rice paper.
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In the fourth year, I concentrated on practicing.
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The same was true for the fifth year...
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Nine plus five, fourteen years, plus one, fifteen years.
My drunk, I never touched it again.
Recently, I have been in love with Yuxi, and I must take it with me as soon as I go out.
This umbrella has protected my life, of course I must cherish it.
Sixteen years.
This year, I went out of Xicheng, went to Lianhuawu, watched Jinling Terrace, and traveled to the city that never sleeps.
It's just that I went quietly. No one found my homeless soul.
By the way, how are the younger brothers of this king?
I drifted to the mass grave, where the vegetation was still deep, the old houses were dilapidated, and the dust fell on the rotten planks.
xiangfenglingBrothers, this king is back.
My little brothers gathered from all directions.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiWoohoo, Your Majesty, how did you become such a ghost.
I'm not a ghost now.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiThe king also became A Piao.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiOr A Piao with a white umbrella.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiYour Majesty, we miss you so much.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiShortly after you and your wife left, a group of human monks came to clear the place.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiThey say you and your wife are dead, the kind with a broken heart.
luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodi luanzanggangdeyuanlingxiaodiWhen we saw that there were a lot of them, we found a place to hide, and we didn't know the ugly monsters.
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Instead of staying in the mass grave, I went to the teahouse to listen to the book for a while.
The storyteller sat on it and talked eloquently.
"In the Battle of the City that Never Sleeps, everyone in the world is crusading against two people, one is the ancestor of Yiling, and the other is the spirit-controlling immortal."
"Let's talk about that spirit-controlling immortal, the mass burial hill controls the spirit grass into a demon, the cultivation base is profound, and the appearance is stunning. The plum fan in white is peerless. It's a pity that she and Wei Wuxian are in cahoots, doing all the bad things, and losing all conscience."
"During that war, that Spirit Controlling Immortal Xiang Wuyou was trapped by the sword formations of the various families. She destroyed her true body and wanted to escape with her soul. Fortunately, Young Sect Master Jiang's purple electricity was in time and directly beat her to death."
"Even if it is the remaining wisp of ghost, I am afraid that it has long since dissipated from the world."
"The Spirit Controlling Immortal died in front of the ancestor of Yiling. Wei Wuxian saw Xiang Wuyou, who was in trouble with him, die, and he was crushed by the various families. He fell off the cliff in dismay."
"Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, was also a famous aristocratic son in Xianmen sixteen years ago."
"Think about how he became famous when he was young, how arbitrary his scenery was, but what happened in the end, he fell off a cliff, and there was no corpse left"
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My soul was attached to the beam, and when I heard his explanation, I curled my lips in disdain.
Crusade against us? They are just for two things, one is the Yin Tiger Talisman, and the other is the real body of the Spirit Control Grass.
Hmph, the nearest teahouse has no meaning at all, they are all talking about messy things.
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Having had enough fun outside, I went back to Xicheng.
As soon as I went back, I met the gloomy face of the child.
xueyangWhere have you been?
xiangfenglingTravel home.
xueyangYou're gone, no one gives me candy.
xiangfenglingThere is also Daoist Stardust.
He will still give you candy.
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tuziI like fafa, can you give me fafa?
