I recently wrote a short story.
Water ghost x Taoist nun
A solitary ghost who is more than 200 years old spends his days under the water, waiting to drag passers-by into the water so that he can change his mind.
Waiting and waiting, two hundred years of empty water.
But when a plain lamp came, it illuminated the eyebrows without Luodai, which looked beautiful.
Looking back on the past, it turns out that I don't lack a scapegoat, and I don't lack someone to sleep with.
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Ghosts are not ghosts, so is Tao?
You've been alone for so long, don't you want me to accompany you?
The introduction is a fairy tale with a strong atmosphere of fireworks. It is not the kind where you can go to heaven with a sword call. Taoist priests are also human beings, and they also have birth, old age, illness and death.
Before putting on your clothes, you should also consider eating, drinking and defecating.
Short stories will stew meat.
Eat shredded pork for stew.
Please put the water ghost on Mr. Kun's face. Thank you.