"No, there is nothing wrong with having fun, but your happiness is too monotonous, and it is done deliberately to maintain your own image. This kind of joy is not pure enough!"

"Happiness should be a purely natural thing. Let's do something else. Find something else that is truly happy besides abusing white beauties, wasting fine wines and delicacies, and squandering gold, silver and famous horses."

Ding!!

The figure holding the sword flicked the scabbard and sang out, "Flying light, flying light, I urge you to drink a glass of wine. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and warm sun, to fry the life of a human being."

"If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin. Where is the Lord of God? Taiyi'an is there..."

Ding!!!

The song is far away and everything is broken.

The rays of the setting sun shine into the broken dome, and all the floors, walls, and fragments of the pearl disappear at an accelerated rate.

There was still water under Prince Meng's feet, and Han Wengong was still in front of him. There was even a little lingering sound in Han Wengong's answer.

"The immortals wandering on the earth, the poem that startled the dragon."

He murmured to himself and took a breath.

This breath flowed out from the gaps in the eight extraordinary meridians, Dantian Qihai, Rendu Xuanguan, hundreds of bones and blood vessels in the body, so that the muscles and bones all over the body relaxed.

Prince Meng used this breath to blow forward.

Han Wengong was on full alert, never being careless in the slightest. He raised his hand in time and gathered all his energy, but the wind in his ears suddenly became violent, and everything in front of him quickly moved away.

boom!!!!

A figure crossed the water, and a huge water curtain rumbled up, extending from the center of the river to the shore.

Snapped--

The soles of the shoes stepped on the wet shore.

Han Wengong staggered, taking one step back, then another, swaying, and he didn't know how many steps he took before he was able to gather himself, put one hand on his chest, and vomited blood.

In the middle of the river, Prince Meng, who was exhausted and exhausted, fell into the water. The water reached his chest, and the waves surged and slapped him on his face.

He opened his eyes and let the river water wash into his eyes. He stood straight again and slowly rose from the water.
Chapter completed!