Once you enter the Shura Gate, don't give back your white head. Or if it's a mandarin duck brocade, it's also made of love silk. String after string, the cuckoo cries blood in the air. There are countless acacias, and a broken mirror has never been reunited.
The Enchantress eats her soul, the Evil Enchantress's tarsal bones, the Enchantress refines her blood, and the Ming Enchantress dies her life.
A joke of time travel, thirteen years of hell, where should four women wandering in a strange time and space go? They are witches spurned by the righteous, but evil stars hated by the evil. Who is behind the real conspiracy? Can the love that I never got in my previous life be tightly held in my hands in this real and illusory zone?
The past life and the present life are just a flashy dream. Just look at the four women and smile at the common people.
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