Today, I will tell you a story.
The story goes like this: Once upon a time there was a mountain, a temple on the mountain, and a monk in the temple...
Wait, if you think you've heard the next story, you've lost.
The monk in the story lives alone in a temple, and ah, this monk is a dead monk.
You mean passing away? No, no, this monk's cultivation is not deep enough, so he can only be called "dead".
Then this story is boring, isn't it over?
Then you are wrong again. Although this monk is dead... He can move.
This is where the story begins.
There is no cruelty in this article, I am probably the Queen of Loyal Dogs (?), A proper HE
It may contain a little bit of ice love, it's just the author's fault.
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