When Douluo Tiandao learned that the son of destiny he had worked so hard to choose would turn the divine world into the 'Tang Family Divine Realm' and chose the protagonist "Ma Hongjun" to become the son of Tiandao.
Li Xing accidentally suffered a heartache when he stayed up late. He traveled to Douluo and became the 6-year-old Ma Hongjun. Because of his soul traveling, he was selected by Tiandao as the "Son of Tiandao" and bound to the sanction system...
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That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future. She also answered me very naughtily: "Okay"! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. At that time, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been working outside for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself. I'll tell her everything when I'm good with her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a wife and a mother. My career is gradually getting on the right track and I am no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, she turned around and left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was eleven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She said in a low tone: "I... I want to push for an update!"
That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future. She also answered me very naughtily: "Okay"! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. At that time, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been working outside for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself. I'll tell her everything when I'm good with her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a wife and a mother. My career is gradually getting on the right track and I am no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, she turned around and left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was eleven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She said in a low tone: "I... I want to push for an update!"
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