V on the 13th, nine thousand a day, thank you little cuties for your support~
Zhuang Yan made a deal with the Wen family, and the result was that he was drowned as a substitute for the Wen family's youngest son.
Fortunately, God was wise, and he survived the catastrophe and was rescued by a male mermaid. After spending the courtship period with the male mermaid, he returned to the world.
However, the Wen family knew that Zhuang Yan was their real child after everything was irreversible.
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Every year in March, Qin Ruoshui transforms into a mermaid and dives to the bottom of the sea to spend his courtship period. When he comes out of the deep sea, the mermaid's nature will cause him to seal up all the memories of his courtship period.
One day, a young man came to him with a fish scale, made a wish, and became his new butler.
However, the new housekeeper was shameless and always tried to seduce him. Qin Ruoshui was thinking about firing him all the time.
Until one day, Qin Ruoshui discovered that the new housekeeper seemed to be pregnant.
Qin Ruoshui: Whose is it! He is dead now!
Later, he felt the breath of his own blood in this child.
Qin Ruoshui:? ? ? ! ! !
A mermaid attacks a boxer for being sexually explicit
Note: Abnormal pregnancy
Cover and base image thanks to Koi painted winter melon
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In the sixth year of Jiaping, it was the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
It was a nice day, with the wind and snow beginning to fall, and I was sitting alone on Shangluqiu. Chongming birds flew low above my head. I counted forty-three.
It snowed for three days and three nights, the sky and the earth were vast and blank, and the surface of Mirror Lake was frozen for thousands of miles.
I vaguely remembered that today should be his birthday. It has been seventy-six years since he was imprisoned in Galan Pagoda when he was twenty-four years old.
The feathers on my body have been plucked and grown over the years, and they have grown and been plucked again, but there are not many left. I burn them all here. I hope he can see them, make him smile, and beg him not to forget me in the next life.
The fire spread from Shangluqiu to Jialan Pagoda. I waited to see him again, to see him for the last time.
But he never showed up.
Later, a ragged, leprosy-headed monk walked out of the tower. He came to me, clasped his hands together, and looked compassionate yet cold.
He told me that he was no longer here.
In the sixteenth year of Ximing's reign, on the third day of March, he was gone.
I burned through the gods and Buddhas for thirty-three days, but I can never get him back.
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Birth and death, dependent origination and cessation, that's all.
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In the sixteenth year of the Ximing Dynasty, the god Feng Yuan returned from a calamity and forgot all about his past.
Tens of years later, there was a little demon in the human world, a Rakshasa bird, who set fire to Shangluqiu for more than 300 miles, causing the Jialan Pagoda to collapse and the Mirror Lake to dry up. He was punished by the gods to be thrown into the Merciless Sea and tortured for a hundred years.
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