That year, she was a nine-tailed fox who had been practicing for five hundred years.
That year, he was a young novice monk who had just entered the temple.
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She was injured by the Taoist priest, her cultivation was damaged, and she lay dying by the stream.
A childish voice came out in a daze.
"Little fox, what's wrong with you?"
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"Little monk, please accept me~" She held her chin and sat aside with a smile.
"Female donor, please respect yourself." He closed his eyes, and there was no trace of ripples on his calm face, but there were ripples in his heart.
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Everything arises from causes and conditions and arises from thoughts. I failed to see through this rolling world of mortals, and finally lost to you.
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He came here to repay his kindness, but he fell deeper and deeper into trouble. Can humans and monsters really not be together? Is the truth you say really that important?
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Any similarity is purely coincidental.