It was a trembling white figure, a frosty sword shadow like a rainbow, cold eyes observing the disputes in the world, and a proud look that always disdained the life in the flames of war. The son, wandering in dissatisfaction and expectation, experienced the tenderness of father's love in the bitterness of growing up. Your young master's arrogance and ruthlessness, his harshness and coldness, his cold heart without blood and tears, melted into a clear pond with the reflection of the clouds in the silhouette of a rainbow!
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Poor fairies, people are reincarnated and forget their past lives, but fairies have to live for who knows how long.
Poor fairies, people are reincarnated and forget their past lives, but fairies have to live for who knows how long.