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Chapter 167: A Sh Life

Translator: DavidT Editor: celllll , DavidT

Dressed in a pristine white robe, Ling Tian held onto a jade-green flute and sat on a comfortable chair by his arm smile could be seen on his face as he res would go fishing in a ser They would build a small mud dam upstream of the stream and another one downstream Then, the few of them would scoop out all the water in the center portion like excited littlearound in the reChao…

Then, a bitter shts seemed so distant to him At that time, all of them were probably only about five or six years old Further against each other It was really a pity that the good days just can’t be kept…

Unknowingly, Ling Tian had already brought the flute up to his h the tune ca and clouds floating with the melody However, the heavenly tune seeh eternity Is this the true‘the eternal world will have its end, but this hatred will never fade’?

While the raceful, it was also bold and intense at the same time Furthermore, there was a sense of bitterness and desolation carried in the depths of the melody All of a sudden, this desolateresidence Everyone who heard it felt a strange eh they had already grown old, leisurely spending their re the sweetness, bitterness, sourness and spiciness of life

Behind Ling Tian, Ling Chen was dressed in white as she experienced the desolate emotions of the melody Her whole heart was immersed in the melody, as her eyes were filled with tears

After the shock fro in her room Just when she raised the teacup to her lips, she was stunned by theover into her ears

In her life, this was the first ti yet beautiful She never iined that there would be such a talentedFa Fa and fully immersed themselves into the beautiful melody

Without an exception, every one of the that they had never heard before in their life The e of antiquity, and was filled with dense emotions which involuntarily drew the hearts of everyone to resonate with it

Thely senti Tian’s favourite piece fro this piece again, Ling Tian’s heart was filled with an indescribable h his heart was void of love and hatred, only filled with sourness, bitterness,for soh his soul renched up in an endless pain…

"The long rivers and unending waters, the heavens proud of itself

It is tihtened

It is not too early to proclaieneration quarrel about the right and wrong

The wooden boat floats through the river, enjoying the surrounding scenery with a s that process tiain