Fire Mage - Chapter 723 Origin of False Flame

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…

My daughters started regressing out of nowhere, stirring up a storm because they missed their mother.…But I haven’t even married yet, let alone have any daughters!?

He’s the apathetic, sinister school prince, she’s the silly, joyous new student.

When the simple girl meets the sharp-tongued boy——

Gu Zichen: “Su Niannian, are you a pig!!!”

Su Niannian: “….can you communicate properly, and not attack people like this? Even if I am a pig, then I’m a precious and unique pig!”

When the wounded girl wants to escape from the oppressive boy——

“Caring for precious animals is my duty.” Merely one heartless sentence, and he carries her directly home.

But why did he need to care for her all the way to bed, hey!!!

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No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.