A peach blossom song, a pot of sake, an unintentional appointment, and a lifetime of peach blossom debts.
Walking in the dust of reincarnation for the rest of my life, one is peerless in elegance, and the other is wonderful and ethereal.
In the ninth level of heaven, she asked him: "God Qingyang, did you know that peach blossoms are filled with peach blossom hearts, and peach blossom hearts live in peach blossom people?"
He has no solution.
Tonight or later, the goddess of heaven will fall, and the gods will follow her.
I tried to help her cope with the calamity, but when the calamity was over, she ended up being bound and unable to escape.
And I don't know, in this thousand-year cycle of reincarnation, who owes whose waiting?