Three thousand worlds, three thousand faces, different stories, no matter what the process is, their endings are all dismal.
In the first small world, she is a cat demon in disguise, and he is the Qing Leng Buddha, and the two are connected by numerology.
In the second small world, she is the hairless fox that everyone laughs at, and he is the number one scholar who can only be watched from a distance but not played with.
In the third small world, she is the rich daughter of the declining left prime minister's family, and he is the regent under one person.
Practitioners should know that the three thousand worlds are all illusions, nothing more than a big dream. These three thousand worlds are all him, but none of them are him. Each one has an independent personality. She knows that everything cannot be forced, so she has no choice but to leave silently.
The three lives of unrequited dreams resulted in another reunion in the secret realm.
Destined fate, God made them destined but not separated. She no longer flinched, vowing to break the way of heaven and go against it.
She said: "Xianjun, are you very pleased with me?"
I saw the Immortal Lord sitting far away in the clouds wave his hand.
"Want to know? I'll tell you tonight."
After returning from the experience in the secret realm, the Immortal Lord, who had always been indifferent and distant, changed from his former cold and cold demeanor.
"While you are crying and saying that you want to be my Taoist companion, and at the same time you are entangled with the Lord of Wangchuan, you have been husband and wife for ten lifetimes?"
"Immortal Lord, if I say it's just forced by the situation, do you believe it?"
Believe it or not, it's up to you to tie this liar flower back to your blessed place first, lest she be destroyed by the way of heaven again and let him search for her in the fragments of these three thousand worlds for life after life.
