The sisters traveled to ancient times together,
One person wears it, one soul wears it;
One lost his memory, the other turned into a fox;
One has practiced martial arts, and the other has ruled a race;
Why don't we know each other when we meet?
And why do they fight to the death as soon as they meet, turning the originally peaceful paradise into a terrifying Shura field?
How to choose between life and death?
Should we give up love for family affection?
Let me borrow someone else's picture~~~I can't draw == I just spliced it together myself...
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My mother's article is recommended. It's very good.
You cannot choose your birth, so learn to face it calmly; you cannot know your past life, so please cherish this life. Placing the hope of life in illusory dreams can only increase the sorrow of reality, and even the bright reality can only turn into a haze in the eyes... (By City Business News)
Today I read in the City Business Daily that a 14-year-old girl committed suicide by drinking poison because of a "poisoned time travel novel"...
So I specifically added this paragraph to the copy.
Novels are not reality; writing novels is for self-entertainment; reading novels is to kill time. Never take it seriously.
Sorry, I don't want to follow you anymore. Maybe myrobalan is always easily disturbed by external things.
It's my fault. I'm so sorry for you.
Maybe one day (or soon) I will figure it out and will continue to update.
Sorry.