For 13 live

For 13 die

For 13 hard lifetime

If the heavens have emotions, the heavens will grow old, but my only regret is not doing enough of McDee's.

Aran is rich in Military Masters rushing forward, Pedan is rich in big Qinghua entering your little Beihang, Gureg produces despised small niche guys listening to niche music while driving a public car showing off, Lostra is rich in non-mainstream street retro dark rebellious punk flower knife Arbi. The elders play tricks on you, laughing at your lack of politeness, Mars variants.

Ji Weng, on the other hand, is rich in mental abnormalities and Waxue.

You might not understand the concept of the unity of politics and religion. We generally use two words to describe this societal form: Pockmarks.

The Miracle of Suffering is fake pockmarks, its residual power still there but no longer returning to its previous glory.

The reason why the Eternal Sect now suppresses the Holy Spirit Sect is largely due to Ji Weng taking the blame. The Holy Spirit Sect has completely severed ties with Ji Weng, not acknowledging its orthodoxy.

Ji Weng's Holy Spirit Sect, rather than being a religion, is more like a kind father who is a Saint Spirit KGB. In the currently weakened sense of urgency in the Holy Spirit Sect, it can be said as the last reserve. If the Eternal Sect cannot suppress anymore, then it's a magical showdown, madman VS madman.

Ji Weng Holy Spirit Sect is the real pockmarks, with a comprehensive KDA score, the Miracle of Suffering is only 3.0, while Ji Weng Holy Spirit Sect carries with a 13.0 score, continuously burning to boredom, Tai Chu and End Holy Spirit, the Master of Destiny got the MVP.

Leaving aside the other outrageous doctrines of Ji Weng's local Holy Spirit Sect, just one rule of forbidding premarital sex is shocking. Even Tai Shen didn't dare to forbid premarital sex. You dare to forbid it, you are more impressive than Tai Shen.

If you adhere to the rules, the rules are made especially for you.

Those in power can of course do whatever they want. Once religion completely becomes a political tool, Father America, commonly called the Little Holy Spirit Priest, and Gion Priests each have a Serbia film, attending memorials with a motherfucker crying out of madness, outwardly righteous, secretly burning cigarette butts on their dicks.

But to the ordinary people, there's a scent of repression like Waxue everywhere.

The West Continent Five Permanent sounds powerful, but practically every family has its own struggles, and as the reach expands, internal contradictions in each country are very serious. The powerful Senior Brother GO in Ji Weng has countless concubines, while the goblins that are dull, poor, and foolish each has a Mother Li Xianghe.

This day,

A monk from Ji Weng suddenly had a revelation, hmm? Being twenty and still a virgin, defeating 0.1% of the players of the West Continent, this couldn't be.

A qualified governing regime, considering law enforcement costs, has core ideas of creating an equal paradise for all. The ruling class will not openly antagonize the lowly, and by the Holy Spirit Calendar's 27th century, the gap between nobles and commoners has already shrunk significantly. Noblemen without money would instead be mocked by nouveau riche.

Then someone would ask, why do Aran police and gendarmes commonly act arrogantly, meanwhile it is considered normal?

This is because it returns to the simplicity when the big officials consider the negative impact, it doesn't allow for open corruption, must be discreet, discreet during the day and have indulgent evenings, a little tolerance yields peace.

But such an impressive character like me, who will fill that desire for power and officialdom that I lack? Anonymously insulting the working class is unsatisfying, but when sincerity is shown, gold and stone can be moved, so they have to work over the grassroots officers.

Thus, Aran Military Government's lowest-level main soldiers were played to death, run by officials mad with power to death.

Constant humiliation becomes intolerable, how to vent? Ah, Iron Ox Beef Noodles, back to basics, tit for tat, I can't govern the leaders, but can't I govern you? A mere worker, begging before the Military Master? Directly smacking you and arresting you as an anti-imperialist, you'll behave.

Grassroots officers in the Aran Military Government can also drink top-quality beer (a popular brand east of the Narrow Sea), hitting relatives and friends.

However, in Ji Weng's unity of politics and religion, the monk at the grassroots is too miserable, unable to hit civilians due to religious restrictions, also run to death by priestly leaders, truly just like the female lead of an island country AV, suffering both ways, and with strict religious rules, truly overwhelmed.

If life overpowers you, I will attack in a pure AI War God mode.

The Star Splitter, Clarke, one of Ji Weng's countless repressed Waxue, with his extraordinary fighting skills, directly promoted from a grassroots monk to a Demon Hunter, but just before the ceremony, he made a decision that went against the Holy Spirit.

To become a Demon Hunter means a life over, anyway all those Demon Hunters aren't quite right in the head, Clarke thinks they mostly undergo some brainwashing, hypnosis-like transformation, with no chance for a new life.

But...

Clarke trains his skills day after day, all just to shed his Waxue identity, how can it be like this?

For 13 live

For 13 die

For 13 hard lifetime

You dare to forbid me from picking up chicks, sailors attack the Royal Guards.

After Clarke killed the mad power-abusing priest who ordered him around, he fled overnight, escaping to the Narrow Sea. Waxue are not prepared to resist the temptations of coastal ports, and Gureg's Free Port (currently Iron Melting City, but people still refer to the old name since no one cares about the new official name) is so dreamy.

The tadpole finally finds its mother.

What a place Free Port is, in the times of slavery, it was the top marketplace for second-hand humans without any middlemen earning the margins, the best quality ones who don't eat cilantro and Heaven Rewards Diligence could be recycled here, sellers made more money, buyers spent less money.

This Star Crossbow is new, huh? The old one? Put it on ZhuangZhuang to recycle.

More impressive than the Drifting City east of the Narrow Sea, selling across everywhere.

After transforming from a slave port to a commercial trade port, it became Gureg's largest blood transfusion site, everything you can imagine can be bought here, even what you can't think of, also can.

Clarke spent all his savings in the dance hall the second day, starving for twenty years, first-hand ball handling, understanding the truth, and willing to die in the evening.

The Five Permanent Countries each have their own currency: Aran Golden Dragon, Pedan Crystal Coin, Lostra paper currency, Gureg also has coins but without precious metals.

Ji Weng is the most closed-off among the Five Permanent Countries, due to the integration of politics and religion, its national currency is called national currency, can only be used to exchange for goods in the Church Court, officially stated as unable to convert with foreign currencies, but anything that can be debited has exchange rates, Ji Weng's officials are not foolish to become completely closed, it's just to restrain the outflow of people.

A Ji Weng national currency of fifteen yuan denomination is approximately equal to one Aran Copper Noah.

Clarke spent over twenty thousand overnight, doesn't eat cilantro, too delicious!

What to do when the money runs out?

To sustainably Shark Dance, Clarke decides to make a mark in the underground boxing houses, punching desperados, stomping murderers, becoming famous.

Embarking on a ruthless fighting path, even the Shark Dance standing were conquered.

Clarke's tutorial for gaining notoriety can't be imitated by most people. In the Free Port, he gained fame quickly and everyone knew there was an old shark, legendary for his fighting skills, once in the dance hall clashed with a Hall-level Adventurer, fought him and the story was spread as chatter post-dinner to the ears of Giant Whale Guest.

You're so impressive to shark dance with such a strength, directly invited to become a security consultant in the Narrow Sea Convention Organization, not to mention dancers, entertainers with high moral and aesthetic standards, fair-skinned and beautiful high-knowledge women are yours to shark too.

In the east the connection with Immortal, in the west the Shark Dance Bodhisattva, Sha Monk, commonly called Little Clarke.

But just a few months ago.

Clarke always felt inexplicable palpitations, unspeakable restlessness, as if someone in this world was about to prove the Dao, breaking his opportunity.

The Giant Whale Guest has been very displeased lately, mediating multiple countries' disputes in the Narrow Sea, but Aran's privateer fleet commander (official wording, commonly known as Pirate King), being a fierce character, gives Aran a good face but spoils relationships with other countries, making it difficult for him.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition was coming, the Giant Whale Guest intended to slightly show off muscle, Clarke volunteered, not for any other reason, just to see how glamorous the so-called Qili is, to kiss her, achieving the Buddha's fruition.

The tide of the Continent Martial Arts Competition is here, today I realized who I am.

Before me is a cold iron gate, mottled rust iron with blood stains.

Even though Clarke couldn't see the scene outside the arena, he heard the frenzied deafening cheers.

A person with no nationality, a dark horse that cut down multiple candidate champions, Gedre, correct?

Sorry, but the obstacles on the path to enlightenment must be all cleared!

Clarke stretched his muscles, as the female host announced, the iron gate opened a gap and slowly ascended, the glare blinding.

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