Cultivation of immortal literature, there are many black things in the bottle
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I think that Lord Zhengyuan Wu Xie has only been an immortal for a hundred years and is an unknown loose immortal, so grand events like the Peach Banquet are naturally out of reach for me.
Begonia Flower Fairy Jie Yuhua is one of the few friends of Ben Yuanjun in the Heavenly Palace.
As for Mr. Jing, I still don't know his name to this day. I only know that he often covers his eyes with a black scarf. He is greedy for the world and often destroys the ceremonial etiquette that we follow life and death. Next to him was a little white-furred fox named Su Wan. It is said that he saved her when he came down to earth one day, and after taking a few breaths of Qi, she became dependent on him for life and death.
All the immortals were invited to the banquet, Jie Yuhua stayed with me, and Mr. Jing and his little white fox happened to come to my place.
I was half-drinking when Xingjun, who was on duty for the day, came to call me. Although I was a little annoyed, there was nothing I could do about it.
At the peach banquet, there were mostly immortals whose names I had only heard of but never seen before. At the same time, there was another person on the jade steps. He turned around, and that face was unfamiliar, but it had a familiar aura.
"Sir Zhengyuan, thank you for cutting off my love roots and helping me survive the thousand-year love crisis."
His tone was respectful, polite and thoughtful, but also extremely distant.
I shook my head and was about to say you're welcome, but found that I couldn't remember his name...
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