Half-step Rakshasa in front, pink skull behind, life and death depend on each other or it may be just a lie. Those who meet Zhuo Jie just want to work together to create China.
The lie brought up a gray heart, and the three-foot red silk ribbon couldn't be tied to a big head. Zhuo Jie wanted to die, but he couldn't.
Her head ached after the lie.
The skin hurts.
The blood is burning.
The hungry stomach is wriggled crazily.
His chest was breathing fire.
The throat that had lost blood became extremely thirsty.
Desire is amplified a hundred times.
Instinct is like a mountain.
Desire is like a mountain.
Follow the trend like a big mountain.
The pain is like a mountain.
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Everything is like a big mountain.
They all pressed on Zhuo Jie's fragile back, turning into indescribable 'magic', one side was light, the other was dark.
She only has a ruler to measure and restrain the light, and a magic box of will to restrain the tyrannical darkness.
The idea: the heroine sings her praises, saves the common people, and overthrows her younger brother at will.