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Chapter 1: May Your Heart Be Like My Heart (1)

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    The king's heart has never been like my heart, and the two generations have missed my love.  ¡ª¡ªFlower bilingual

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    The Jingzhou School is the world's largest sect of cultivating immortals. The founder's surname is Hua, and his name is Jingzhou. He is a peerless beauty with tyrannical combat power.

    Everyone in the world has rumored that the Huajingzhou flower suzerain has a special bloodline and is a descendant of a god, but no one can prove it.

    "If Hua Jingzhou is really a descendant of a god, why didn't she become immortal or live forever?"

    In an inn, a middle-aged strong man spoke harshly, with a very disdainful tone, refuting his companion who was constantly praising Hua Jingzhou.

    The companion was stunned for a while, and seeing other people in the inn looking over, he whispered:

    "Stop talking, this is within the sphere of influence of the Jingzhou faction, it's fine if you don't praise Hua Jingzhou, how can you speak of her in such a tone?"

    The middle-aged strong man was very dissatisfied, and put the long sword on the table heavily:

    "I just said it, isn't this the truth, who can do anything to me?"

    The middle-aged strong man seemed to have drunk too much, picked up the jug on the table and took a few big gulps of himself, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve casually, and then said loudly:

    "That Hua Jingzhou is just a woman, not a descendant of a god. How did she defeat a group of masters and sit in the head?

    I think there are probably a lot of dirty things behind this, after all, this female suzerain is very beautiful and has a good figure"

    As he said that, the middle-aged strong man even hecked twice, very obscene.

    In the compartment on the second floor, Hua Shuangyu was wearing a neon dress. She had a beautiful face like a flower, but now she had a cold face:

    "What, dare to speak out here and insult my ancestors?!"

    Sitting next to Hua Shuangyu was a handsome young man in white clothes, Shengxue. This young man was the chief disciple of the Jingzhou School¡ªXun Chengfeng.

    With a gentle smile on his face, Xun Chengfeng comforted Hua Shuangyu softly and said:

    "Don't be bilingual, Cheng Feng will teach him a lesson for you."

    Having said that, Xun Chengfeng got up and leaped directly down from the second floor. The white robe was blown by the wind and fluttered like an exile.

    Hua Shuangyu snorted in satisfaction, then stood up with a smile and looked downstairs. She was leaning against the railing with her hands resting her cheeks. She was a bit of a young lady with a rather savage and cute temper.

    The middle-aged strong man obviously didn't expect that someone would suddenly fly down from the second floor. Before he could react, a sword was placed on his neck.

    The middle-aged strong man suddenly suffocated, he stiffened his body, turned his head to look at the owner of the sword, and found that it was a gentle-looking young man in white.

    The voice of the middle-aged strong man was trembling uncontrollably, and his speech trembled:

    "What, this young man, what do you mean?"

    Xun Chengfeng sneered and said:

    "What do you mean? I want to ask what you mean by insulting me here as the founder of the Jingzhou sect?"

    As Xun Chengfeng said, he pressed the sword in unceremoniously, and a line of blood was cut on the neck of the middle-aged strong man.

    The middle-aged strong man was so scared that he was so frightened that he woke up from all the wine.

    The real pain from the neck made the middle-aged strong man gasp, and when he spoke again, his voice was much softer, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would make the wound on his neck deeper.

    The middle-aged strong man looked at Xun Chengfeng, and tentatively said:

    "May I ask who this son is?"

    Xun Chengfeng glanced around at the onlookers, raised his voice slightly, and announced his identity:

    "Xun Chengfeng, a disciple of the Jingzhou School."

    When the name Xun Chengfeng came out, it immediately caused an uproar¡ª(Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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