That year, he planted a peach tree with his own hands, watered it and took care of it every day: Little peach tree, you grow up quickly. I don't know if my body can sustain it until the day you bloom. The man was sitting casually by the tree. His face was sick but not worried, and he looked elegant and elegant. A few years later, the Lord God asked her: He was destined to suffer from illness and die young for life after life. If you change his life for him, you are going against the will of heaven. You will be punished by heaven, destroy your cultivation, and disappear into ashes. Are you afraid?
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