The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
As an "old antique" who has lived for hundreds of lives, Nalan Rong is undoubtedly knowledgeable, but who can tell him how to pass the customs?
Every unexpected death, every new life... Gong Dai, I miss you so much.
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When snow falls on our heads, it counts as white heads, right?
So is this life of ours considered "finished"?
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How about losing your memory? There is always someone who will travel thousands of miles to take you home.
Yan Ruyu, we are going home.
Intention: The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
