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Bai Su chuckled lightly, his jade-like face dimmed under the mottled moonlight. He took a slight step back, widening the distance between the two of them. When he spoke again, his voice was like the breeze at night, gently caressing the pines and ravines of Dubu Peak, leaving behind a gentle and lingering ending:
"A person like me rots in the mud throughout life, old age, sickness and death. This is the dirt brought out from the mother's womb. What's more, the so-called 'it's too cold at high places' is just a joke heard by ants. Your Highness is of noble blood and was born to overlook all living beings. Why would you lower yourself and roll around in the mud with me?"
Feng Zhao's eyes were fixed on his face, as if he wanted to see through the smiling peach blossom eyes to see through the struggling soul in it: "'To accept the virtuous at the same time, the right ghost is not your destiny', this is the saying of your human race. You have been following Master Lu for so many years and have read many poems and books. You should not even know this. Now you are judging my fate?"
Feng Zhao twitched the corners of his lips and narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, "I'm sorry, I just don't like this."
One-sentence copy: The story of a gaudy vase girl who became addicted to flirting and finally succeeded in pursuing his wife.
The peacock attack with open tail × the sinister gentleman suffers
Demining: informal cultivation, everything is set to serve the plot
Welcome to eat (refill)
Purpose: Live a wonderful life