Thousands of years ago, there was a great demon named Demon Lord Guangling in the Central Continent of the Upper Immortal Realm. Then one day... He died.
After hundreds of families in the fairy world had just set off firecrackers to celebrate and enjoyed peace for thousands of years, who would have thought that this person who was obviously dead and could not die could actually be reincarnated and rebuild? ? ? ?
So eighteen hundred years later, the fairy world will be in disaster again!
I hold the half-moon Kunlun knife in my hand and ride the horse in the waves.
Whistle when you meet a beauty, but you can't catch her if she's capable
My whole life has been filled with notoriety. I made trouble and screamed at the theater.
Once the boat capsizes and I'm confused, I can't run away from a gangster.
Jun Zhuo loved beauty the most in his life. He couldn't walk away when he saw a beauty. He always had to say a few words to satisfy his unexplainable thoughts.
But I didn't expect that one day the boat would capsize in the gutter, and I would be caught by a stinky gangster after failing to tease me. From then on, I would never be able to escape or escape.
Instructions for consumption:
1. The perspective of the protagonist, the male protagonist Shuang Jie, 1V1, Shuyang x Junzhuo
2. The scheming rogue x the arrogant and unruly ruffian
3. The logic of this article is dead and there are no three views. If you don't like it, don't read it.
4. The author is a glass-hearted person, please do not comment randomly in the article.
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PS: To be honest! This article has been stored in my computer for many years. It was about three or four years ago when I was a Zha Jian San, a new sect called Changge Sect emerged. At that time, when I was looking at this sect, such a character suddenly appeared in my mind. Later, I dreamed of a man dressed in red. The desolate land disappeared, and when I woke up, the sad cry in my dream still seemed to be echoing in my ears, so I came up with this story. I thought about it repeatedly and revised it repeatedly. I originally thought that this article might be buried in the grave, but with the encouragement of relatives and friends, I decided to publish it.
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