At that time, the sunset was red and the clouds were purple.
That land is full of catkins and fragrant grass.
The man, with a thin figure in green clothes and a handsome face, bowed his hands and said: "You are being polite, do you dare to ask where the hero comes from?"
On such a joyful evening, asking me where I came from is a sure sign of ruining the situation. Which beggar have you seen with a provenance?
I am a beggar, and I live in the backyard of Bianque Temple with a group of beggars.
I, a hero of a generation, am fifteen years old, not tall, and have been suffering from long-term malnutrition and have become skinny, skinny, and sallow. His clothes were in tatters, his hair and nails were dirty. All day long, I fantasized about someone taking me away from the reincarnation of animals. Finally, one day, he came...
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As you can see, it's a first-person novel about ancient costume.