Li Yici was seduced by the god of death numbered 1795 because of an accident.
The God of Death flipped through his birth book and said, "I'm sorry, little brother, I really can't help you. You see, your body is now burned to ashes."
He wiped his cold sweat and said, "How about I help you find a new wealthy body, and help you avoid the lonely life of being without a father, a mother, relatives and friends for twenty years in your previous life. Can you please stop complaining about my performance!"
Li Yici: .... Don't even think about it.
Later, he smelled really good.
One day later, he occasionally skipped class and was about to jump off the iron railing.
Inside the wall, a sharp and cold man looked up at him with eyes as kind as those of the dean, and smiled fondly.
He was sweating profusely...
He knew: to live his life again, all he had to do was find an enemy.
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