One day, the superior doctor was playing the piano. Suddenly, a man fell from the sky. The petals fell all over the ground. He calmly waved his hand and said, "I'm going to die. Pack up and bury me."
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In the end, the burial was still not completed. On a whim, he regarded Qi Yue, the big devil, as a healthy mortal, and rewarded his little girl as a medicine man.
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Many years later, Han Gong lay on his bed and regretted his mistake. As expected, no one on the roadside could save him.
"Qi Yue, I hate you"
"No, you love me."
Intention: Live by holding on to that beam of light