
Disciple, Call Me Uncle
by Lianzhongke
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In the cold February, a strange female monk came to Huangquantan. She guarded the intersection of Huangquantan and killed many people. The blood on her body stained the Huangquan Pool red, and the hem of her skirt was soaked in the pool of blood, like a god of death. The red threads on his body that only Ye tide could see entangled the man like an evil ghost. After she killed the man, those threads disappeared without a trace. Ye tide looked at the dead people and whispered softly, "One hundred and three." Someone handed her a handkerchief. One of the young man's eyes was golden blue, and the other was covered with a piece of white cloth. His temperament was very cold and dustless. Ye tide took the handkerchief and was touched on the head by the young man. That was the last good person she met before her death, a rare pleasure. * After rebirth, Ye tide always wanted to find the young man. The young man was also a monk. He was imprisoned in Huangquan Pond after being exposed by someone. According to the time, the young man was not imprisoned at this time. Until she went against the trajectory of her previous life and agreed to meet someone with her master. Her master led her and pushed her in front of the young man, with a smile in his voice, "Ye tide, call me uncle!" Looking at that cold and indifferent face that looked about the same size as hers, Ye tide couldn't scream no matter what.
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