Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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"Hey, you heard that there is no, the immortal sent a message, and the dead bodies were carried out earlier, and the porridge was sent earlier this morning."

In the shack, two old ladies dressed in whispers whispered. The sleeping person next to him woke up and climbed up:

“Is it still porridge today?”

The old lady nodded, and the man slammed his head and said mercy. I asked two early-aged old people to know that the fairy had turned into a big pit in eight directions in the city overnight. People who had died earlier and were seriously ill were carried to the pit and prepared to burn together. The immune source spread again.

This person had some insights. He applauded Lin Luoran’s opinion and climbed up to join the team that carried the dead body.

Close to the body of a million people, eight large pits are also dissatisfied, Lin Luoran stood high on the wall, seeing which pit is full, then a fireball goes down, igniting the body of a mountain.

The fire of the Five Elements, the fire of non-wood burning is comparable, there is no burnt smell of burning bodies along the road, and those bodies quickly become ashes in the flame.

Everyone is united, and the afternoon has not yet arrived, and things have already been done.

On the main street of the city, there were more than one hundred cauldrons. Like last night, it was porridge, but today is fruit porridge, apple banana mango can be diced porridge, Lin Luoran space for a long time, fruit finally has a way out.

These fruits contain a touch of aura, which is better for the patient. She has already occupied the magical air, and she will give some fruit to ordinary people.

What is mixed in the fruit is the medicinal fragrance. Overnight, Tianma has been harvested, Lin Luoran and other herbs together to make a powder, added to the porridge, so as not to have another soup.

One dose a day, even for three days, the symptoms of the plague can fade away?

Lin Luoran looked at the porridge and the women who were still busy in the backyard. They could suffer more than she thought. They didn’t have a rest last night. They all depended on more than 100 people. They went around Shencheng and fell into a coma. The infected person was filled with porridge, otherwise some of them could not even last night.

I tasted the scent of the fleshy porridge, and many people have secretly cried.

If you say that the porridge is to make them abdomen, then it is really healing.

After the drug spreads, the heat flow of the limbs is full, and the method of the immortal is extraordinary. However, the elixir is not full of streets, or is it because the female immortals are willing to give up?

If Lin Luoran can peer into the hearts of the people, he must be surprised at the wisdom of the people.

Save a group of ordinary people who have never met each other, and also have two ginsengs that have been used for thousands of years to supplement their resistance to the virus, so that the monks in the comprehension community have learned that they must be smashed.

Even though Lin Luoran’s family is big, she has to be willing to do so.

I don’t see a lot of people living in real life, and low-key support for mountain village students to do good things, but not necessarily rich people.

It has nothing to do with money, and has nothing to do with the rich and the poor. It is very motivating to save money, but how many people are willing to let go of the good things that are at hand?

Thousands of years of ginseng, even if Lin Luoran’s space is in the day of the year, is the first batch of her cultivation, the earliest planted a dozen years ago, and she needs to go to alchemy. Most of the medicines of the year are left. I gave the Lin family.

This is already the best two of her remaining hands.

There is still space in the space that needs to be replanted, and Lin Luoran flashes into space.

Ximei and her brother woke up and sipped two bowls of porridge. I didn’t see the very sister Lin, and there were only seven emperors in the city’s government.

Looking at the two young children close to themselves, Sang dragged the eyes of the indifferent eyes and could not help but melt some.

Because of his youthful eyebrows, he was sent out of the palace since childhood, and his parents were all there. He actually lived a day and was no different from the orphans. This little girl named Ximei, and her brother, have become orphans...

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For three days, for the long life of the monk's monk, it is the time when the Baiyun Cang dog will slip away inadvertently.

But for those who struggle on the death line and rob the life of the plague, every day, when it burns out, or the erythema is dissipating, they have more courage to face tomorrow.

I’m different from the previous death, I look forward to the next meal, I look forward to my illness, and I look forward to living.

With the heart of survival, there are fewer people fighting in the houses in the city. The slasher bad guys won’t wake up suddenly, but they also know that this is not the time when they are noisy.

Nothing is idle, everyone is full of porridge, and they only get together and chat.

At the very beginning, I would like to talk about how delicious this porridge is. You eat mushrooms, I eat cucumber, or the weather is really good.

Then there is where each other comes from, and there are people living in the plague at home, accompanied by tears.

But these things have turned over and over and said that people are bored. When everyone has the spirit, when they are idle, most of them are infected people of crops and small businessmen or the poor in the city. In fact, the most interesting thing is that they want to talk about it. The heart has saved the immortals of these two or three thousand people. Where is the origin?

Do not know the Taoist number, the grace of living, can not repay the incense in the future, how can people feel peace of mind?

People outside the city are certainly looking forward to the situation in the city.

In particular, the generals who resist the purpose of delaying the firing. Since Lin Luoran’s speech to save many of these people, three days have passed by, and the governor’s palace **** has repeatedly urged him to refrain from the rhetoric of the immortals.

This general, surnamed Zhang, has already had the clue of the high-powered earthquake, otherwise he will not fight on the front line, but he will push him to do the wicked thing of burning the city. The **** can best understand the mind of the emperor, facing the good explanations of General Zhang, all kinds of martyrdom.

The night of the third day came as an appointment, and the fairy trail was hard to find.

The eunuch’s voice was sharp and sharp. "General Zhang, are you going to be brazen and defying the imperial life?"

"Zhang did not dare, it is a fairy who has orders, and dare not follow."

Eunuch sneer, immortal, where is the immortal?

Several deputies were secretly gnashing their teeth, and I wondered if they would persuade the generals to listen to orders, or to seek a chance for the civilians in the city. However, the sky is dark, and the three days are not adulterated. The fairy who wins the snow in white has revealed the magical powers three days ago, but there has been no movement.

The city is also very quiet. If the tung oil lamps that are not under the eaves of the city government are lit up in the evening, they will doubt that Shencheng has become a dead city.

The immortal lost the contract, was it not able to save these two or three thousand people?

Also, after all, it’s not two or three, not two or three hundred, not two or three thousand... Even if there is a fairy law, want to save two or three thousand people at the same time, is it a fantasy?

General Zhang’s heart regretted that the eunuch’s spit was flying, and he had been urging him to order the burning of the city. General Zhang did not have any pressure.

He has already suspected that he is not guilty of making mistakes. Just a little excuse, waiting for Zhang’s family, is certainly not a good thing.

For many of these civilians, he will die.

But Zhang’s hundreds of people, especially his grandson, just made a full moon wine a few days ago.

His brow wrinkled, and it was conscience and selfish struggle.

The **** seemed to see the clues from it, sneered a few times and went straight to the account. He chose the highlands and took out a yellow silk scroll from his arms and read the secret.

General Zhang lost the management of the 30,000 soldiers!

The **** held the imperial edict, and the sharp voice passed away in the night: "The generals listened to the order and immediately burned the city! Burn the city immediately!"

General Zhang then retired and seemed to be ten years old.

The arrow with the fire oil was shot into the city. The walls of the city are both stained with fire, the buildings in the city are also wood, the weather in the country is hot, the boards are very dry, and the burning speed is not much slower than the wall that splashes the fire.

In the city of Shencheng, which is considered to be a dead city, it’s boiling, crying for help, roaring, crying, entangled, letting the arrow in the soldier’s hand slow down... What’s the use? The fire has spread. .

The civilians who are kept in captivity like pigs have red silk and anger.

Inside the blazing fire wall, they are their loved ones!

If you die, listen to the movement, and most of them are alive, and they are still alive. Their loved ones must have been rescued by the immortals, not from the hands of the plague, but to be burned alive!

"I am fighting with you!"

The civilians with red eyes are rushing forward, no more trouble than the previous rich, and this deep anger of the bone marrow has infected people and resonated. The hands of the soldiers are clearly the swords of the cold light. They clearly have three times the number of civilians outside the city, but they are forced to retreat by the flesh and blood.

Because they are guilty!

The anger of the civilians, the original convergence can also make people rush.

When the conflict broke out, the **** was slain by a general who was heard and rushed out.

The immortal lost the contract, the **** deceived, and the conflict between the civilians and the soldiers broke out. General Zhang did not allow the swords that the country had cast, and the people of the country were swaying!

Self-help, at this last juncture, there is only one way to save yourself.

He wants to let everyone calm down, break the city gate and organize the rescue. Just as soon as he looks up, the sky suddenly has no rain and no rain. In fact, it is not without any indication. The previous city government also had a flash of light, but everyone was emotional and never noticed.

General Zhang looked up and looked at it, a white shadow suspended in the sky above Shencheng.

The rain did not come down from the sky, but from the woman's fingertips. Huaguang circulated, separated by a very long distance, even if I could not see the face, I still felt compassionate and moving.

The conflict and the instigation in the city have stopped, and the agreement outside the city is as good as it is.

- The fire oil floats on the water. Can the rain that she lowered down really extinguish the fire?

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Hey, it’s Monday after the early morning. At this juncture, I also need a red ticket. Vote, the girls!