Time Travel Douluo: I'm Just Gardevoir

Name: Time Travel Douluo: I'm Just Gardevoir
Author: Shia

by Shia

ongoing Fantasy Romance Cross-Species Romance Female Lead

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6Kwords2chapters

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Ch. 2 — 异变

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About This Novel

The beginning of love is like looking at distant mountains, the haze obscures the eyes, and only the rugged momentum can be seen; the depth of love is like facing the autumn water, the waves are calm, and one can glimpse the reality of the stars. In the past, Xizi held his heart, and the world admired his eyebrows, but he didn't know that his bones were torn apart due to illness; his tail was born holding a pillar, and the history books praised his faith. Who can see the turbulent flow and ruthlessness? Therefore, it is said: The skin changes color, and it will change in seven days; the metal and stone are in the heart, and the frost and snow cannot move them for a hundred years. Looking at the starry river, the cow girl looks at each other across the river, and it cannot be crossed without the golden wind and jade dew; I still remember the autumn moon in the Han Palace, Zhaojun's pipa came out of the fortress, how can I describe the painter's painting skills at all? This is the ultimate place of knowing, breaking through illusion and seeing the truth, transcending the body and soul. If the glue pillar is in the form of color, it will be like a child chasing a shadow, and the shadow will run faster and faster after exhaustion; if it is obsessed with possession, it will be like a lonely boat tied to a willow tree, which will be destroyed first by the waves. The faith that was born in the past is indeed commendable, but if you guard the pillars of the bridge and wait, don't you know that the flow of water is impermanent? Although Wenjun's running was very brave, when he was washing his weapons, could he be as afraid of the world as a knife? Therefore, the Supreme Being forgets his feelings, which is not the case of being unfeeling. He understands the principles of Hui Shuo and knows the number of excess and deficiency. Spring silkworms make cocoons, and the silk is exhausted and they shed; Phoenix nirvana, the fire is blazing and its feathers are new. The ultimate way of love is to turn stubborn iron into gold, make turbid water clear, reflect each other like a mirror, and benefit each other like orchids. There is a poem from Taibai that goes: "I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain." Gaishan is ruthless but people are sentimental. If we view ruthlessness with sentimentality, then everything will be erotic; if we view sentimentality with ruthlessness, both joy and sorrow are the destiny of the Tao. How good! If you hold your heart like a mirror, never meet or greet, respond without hiding, then love becomes a thing, a boat that can cross the sea of suffering, and a ladder that can climb the platform of spring.