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When the beacon smoke suddenly rises, the redbuds in plain clothes blow into the clouds and enter the world of mortals.
He thought he had settled his fate, but he didn't want to be a human being, an immortal, or a demon. He couldn't avoid the three-life love catastrophe.
PS: The title of this article comes from Dear Tiger Oil Melon Machine Party
When I, who was unlearned and unskilled, was scrambling for the title of my novel, Guaji saved me with her wisdom from ancient Chinese proverbs (Gua:... = =)~
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Warm reminder:
The process must be cruel
The ending must be HE...
And... Smash the bricks gently...
Also... I really can't do daily updates ORZ...