"It hurts so much. What's going on?" Ji Ruqiantaki felt a heartbreaking headache coming from her head, as if her head had exploded!
Human, demon, demon, Buddha, god, immortal? Origin world? Monasticism? These memory fragments hit Ji Ruqianlong's mind with severe pain, and Ji Ruqianlong fell into a coma. It was as if Ji Ruqianlong had spent several long and desolate centuries in her sleep, and the pain slowly eased and finally stopped.
Have I traveled through time? ! These are the four characters that came to Ji Ruqiantaki's mind when she woke up!
Ji Ruqiantaki shook his heavy head. Looking at the surrounding environment, he saw a large square marble table with golden flowers of Watanabe, on which were placed two pairs of dragon and phoenix candles and wine bottles and glasses, a lobby-like boudoir, and two brightly fragrant and delicate flower pots surrounded by auspicious red flower cloth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
