Jian Xi, Jian Xi, she actually wants to live like her name.
She actually wanted to keep fighting with the thorns and live a carefree life.
That day, she hugged the gradually cold body of Jianjia in a daze: "Jiangjia, be good. Jianxi is not afraid anymore. Jianxi will become stronger and will always love you. No one can bully you in the future."
As a phoenix, a bird, Jian Xi always remembers that she can fly.
As a person who is often dragged away like a corpse, this is the first time Jian Xi dragged a corpse away. She felt gratified that her technique was quite skillful.
It's just that the scene is a bit scary.
The uncle who often passes by when running says that the gods have great magic power, they have everything they need, and they can achieve anything by raising their hands, so love has become the greatest pursuit.
But practitioners have cut off sexual desire for too long. If they see you right, it means they are destined; if they don't like you, it means they are gone. There are too few people who truly understand love.
So that except for the two realms of humans and monsters, the other four realms are much boring.
As a sensible person, Jian Xi actually just wants to be the person who complains, and it is too dangerous to take risks.
"Oh my God! My Phoenix family has very few heirs and is about to become extinct. Can't you just let me continue the family lineage?"
Mo Lang picked up Jian Xi expressionlessly and said, "Okay, let's continue the family lineage."
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