Mystic Clan of the P

Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,"Splash!" A violent shaking came again, and Lu Jiangxian quickly sank into the water. The river was too shallow to dissipate all the impact force, so he gently bumped against a bluestone at the bottom of the river.,Having opened a bottle of beer, I sat at the dimly lit computer desk. As a dizzying sensation rose within me, my heart pounded rapidly and my breathing became increasingly labored.。