Copy 1: In her previous life, she was an innocent and innocent goddess of the Dragon Clan, and he was an unsmiling Goddess of the Phoenix Clan. When she met him, her heart became clear and they were entangled for thousands of years. She knew that he had the white moonlight in his heart, but she firmly believed that she would become the cinnabar mole that suppressed the white moonlight. Who would have known that the day the cover was removed would be the day of her death.
"Feng Linrui, if you kill me, don't regret it in the future."
"Long Yingyao, as a goddess of the Dragon Clan, you are so ruthless that you tried to kill the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Emperor's daughter. Your crime should be punished and cannot be pardoned."
"Feng Linrui, I'm sorry that you, the high god of the Phoenix clan, were deceived by a woman. You and Bai Xingchu did this to me, so I would have to do it even if I didn't do it. I swear as the goddess of the dragon clan, I wish you and Bai Xingchu will grow old together and never see each other again in life or death."
"Long Yingyao, God and you are the ones who will never meet again in this life."
Copy 2: In this world, she was the legitimate daughter of the Hou family who was content with being ordinary, and he was the noble and noble prince of the royal family. When he met her, he fell in love at first sight and had a secret love for her for several years. He knew that she was indifferent to fame and wealth, but he still tried his best to marry her and promised her to marry her. When she recalled her past life, she gave him heart-breaking pain.
"Luo Qianying, can you listen to my explanation?"
"Feng Junyue, I said, I will not forgive."
I don't know the origin of my love, but my love is deep and I don't regret it; I haven't seen each other in this life, but we have been entangled for thousands of years.
The hatred that lasts for thousands of years is just a fateful love disaster.
The branches full of cherry blossoms are just a dream.
For the rest of my life, I only hope that I can live happily with my son, hold my hand, and grow old together with my son.
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