[Loyal, self-sustained, gentle, reborn Poison Saint × Paranoid, bloodthirsty and mentally ill time-traveling boy]
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Li Xiaoan, who was in a desperate situation, thought that everything would be over if he died completely.
As a result, when he woke up, he found that he had become a young master of the Medicine Sect.
A darling whose whole body is covered with magic weapons piled up by his elders and who has an immortal body, a young master of the medicine sect who can be used by others at all times.
Li Xiaoan, who once again had no way out, recognized the reality, opened his eyes and smiled, completely crazy.
How can I imagine that the peonies are blooming, graceful and luxurious.
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Intention: Flowers are flowers, people are not flowers; flowers will be red again, but people will never come again.