In the prosperous Kaiyuan era, the world was at peace.
On the green brick street, the laughter of children, the shouts of middle-aged people, and the shouts of stores are mixed together; under the white walls and red roofs, storytellers are telling their heroic feelings; on the stage, people with light makeup and heavy makeup dance, and their long voices are scattered in the wind.
Amidst the bustling scene, the Sixing Temple was lifeless. In the dark corner, the prisoner cried softly, and the other person lowered his eyes and sighed.
And a ray of sunshine came through the window and shone on Xiao Mo's face. The young man raised his long eyelashes, and his dark eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
This is the beginning of the story and the cause of everything.
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When Pandora's box is opened, who can take back these monsters and monsters?
When the door to hell opens, who can keep their original intention alone in the trap?
The storyteller in white, the enchantress Qin Ji, the dreamy Qiansi, the disaster of the black water...
"Remember, don't give up on yourself, and don't lose yourself."
"You owe me the truth. I'm waiting."
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Xiao Mo, the young minister of Si Xing Temple, is in the age of dancing as an elephant, but just looking at his face, anyone would think that he is a young man in the age of dancing as a spoon.
Li Sheng, the master of Zuichen Pavilion, is in his prime, but his fate has been decided, and everyone will think that he is a girl in her twenties.
In that year and month, who was enamored and who was lost?
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