The night wind blowing by the Mo Bei Lake in winter was already very cold, but Peng Wanli broke out in a sweat.
“Heavenly level?”
Hearing these two words, Peng Wanli’s heart jumped sharply, but immediately, the idea of trying to cast a peerless sword when he was a child appeared again.
I don’t know why, it’s like weeds, growing wild in my chest, and I can’t forget it.
Eliza, who has been staying quietly by the side, looked at Peng Wanli puzzledly. Why would you hesitate? An idiot like me also knows how to choose a heavenly level.
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