"He is back?!"

The cook at the restaurant over there couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It's true. First, a Buddhist master was said to be a violent monk. He was good at the Zen staff and the method of salvation. Then he was said to be a swordsman who could cut down the city with one sword and live forever for thirty years.

Why is this getting more and more outrageous the more I say it, really?”

Just as he was about to say this, he suddenly heard the green wind blowing in his ears and turned his eyes. The swordsman wearing the mask of Dokuang and another guest had already disappeared.

He turned around and said angrily: "Can you tell the truth? Ah?!" Although what you said is indeed very interesting and interesting.

'But you still have to tell the truth. As for you, don't hide your face. Don't you have the shame to see others?"

White Pond?!"

The storyteller lifted the hat on his head. He had slightly curly black hair and a handsome face, but deep in his eyes, there was a faint purple light.

It is clear and peaceful, just like the glow that occasionally flows over the Kunlun Mountains.

This revealed his true identity.

One hand was holding a candied haws of sugarcane, and the other was carrying a camel skin flask filled with sweet rice wine.

Carefree, free and easy.

After being woken up, I grasped the secret and sighed with regret, realizing that it would take hundreds of years for the drink I liked to come into being. Oh no, it would take many years.

He couldn't help feeling disappointed, rolled his eyes when he heard this, nodded confidently and said:

"Ah, yes, yes, I am Bai Ze."

"Look at you like this, are you not convinced?"

He took a sip of sweet wine, bit into a piece of candied haws, and told me the story confidently and domineeringly, but he could do whatever he wanted!

How can you care about what others think?!

Remember, my name is Bai Ze!

When you have a revenge fight in the future, don't forget this name.

Everyone listening to the book said angrily: "I remember you, Bai Ze!

"I can't hear you clearly. Does such a small voice count as being vindictive?" "Bai Ze, you straight bitch!!!"

“Fuck him!

[Baize] The regional hatred level is stable and up.

But at this moment, a long gust of wind has gone away.

He was ordered to go to Kunming and enter Chang'an.

old friends.
Chapter completed!