It takes a hundred years to cultivate a human body, and a thousand years to cultivate a human face.
Everyone says that foxes are charming and deceitful, but I am an outlier.
In a catastrophe, the human skin was shed, all the fox bones were turned into ghosts, and he wandered around the world from then on.
Until, I met Lu Yan.
He called me Wanxiao.
From this time onwards, all the dreams of running water were due to the lack of peace.
The vicissitudes of the human world, but in a blink of an eye, have become memories in the clouds. In the world of mortals, many feelings have turned into insanity and resentments have turned into words.
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I still remember that the last time I met Lu Yan was five hundred years ago. In the past five hundred years, the imperial city collapsed, the smoke rose, and Wang Shi went to work. At that time, the book had become an ancient book, but in the end, one page was missing.
This is a new novel published by Jiujiu. It tells the story of Yaoyao, the third pavilion master after Bai Zhi. I hope you all like it:
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