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Before Zhuma died, he called his grandson over: "Ah Ruan, this child will be entrusted to you."
The aloof Xiao Fang always glanced at me, with an arrogant attitude and a arrogant tone, "I'm still young, but my skills are pretty good, but the grass on the grave of the last person who tried to deceive my grandpa was already three feet high."
He doesn't know that death is approaching, and the only person in the world who can save him is me.
[The protagonist girl looks like an old woman, behaves maturely and steadily, and has elegant skills. If I had to say it had any shortcomings, it would probably be that its abilities are too NB, and the almighty hexagonal warrior himself doesn't even know how to break them.
Purpose: brainless cool writing
