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Rebirth Tavern, Spirit Chapter
[One chapter, one short story] This is the tavern of the dead. One cup without wine, a story from the past. The moon god has a flowering period of hundreds of years, but withers away alone. There are also mountain gods who have existed for thousands of years and fell in one day. Or there is the young man with a silver gun in bright clothes and an angry horse who never comes back from the battlefield. Or maybe it's hard to have both ends of the spectrum between humans and foxes. In the chaos, the
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Chapter 2 of the Tavern of the Past, the Human World
This is the tavern of the dead. After a glass of wine, it's a story from the past. I invite you to see me, The purest goodness, the truest beauty of this human heart, Look again, it is ugly, greedy, sinful and ignorant.
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Past Life Tavern 3, Nine Heavens
Everyone knows that if you ascend to heaven, you can avoid suffering in the world. In the ninth level of heaven, there is no need to worry about worldly affairs. But who knows? Everything is idle in the Nine Heavens, and we don't see each other often in the human world.
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Past Life Tavern 4, Huangquan
The River of Forgetfulness is the place where the souls of the dead are ferried. On the road to the underworld, the Hades are separated by the River of Forgetfulness; The soul of the dead has no place of its own, and the ghosts and ghosts are inseparable from each other. Along the road to the underworld, Cross the Wangchuan River, drink Mengpo soup, cross the Naihe Bridge, Then go through the path of reincarnation. Beside the Forgotten River, there is a tavern. It's called "past life", Listen to
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I Became Famous After Traveling Through the World of Beasts as a Little Female Beast
The last thing Lin Wan remembered was the out-of-control electric current in the laboratory. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a piece of hot and humid moss, covered in a layer of fluffy milk-white down, with a fluffy short tail dangling behind her.
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