Cui Xiaoyu didn't know how many soulless bodies were locked in the Incense Tower. She knew that most of the people in the outer courtyard of the Cuixiang Tower were helpless and tenacious beings, and that most of the people in the inner courtyard looked more comfortable than the outer courtyard, but they were much scarier than the outer courtyard. Fortunately, she was well aware of the difficulties and never envied the beauty of the inner courtyard. There was only one person she could not reach and did not dare to delve into. She has done nothing wrong in her life, she just loves a big man who cannot be investigated.
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Many years later, Mu Changji still had a red figure in his vague memory. He often liked to go to a tomb. There was a man outside the tomb who seemed to be about the same age as him. He knew that this man lived here and almost became the tomb keeper. There was a young woman in red lying in the tomb. He didn't remember her name. He only habitually came here every time he felt depressed and unhappy to look at the face of the woman in the ice coffin. After staying for a long time, his thoughts could be unraveled, as if there was guidance from the gods.
Intention: Under Jincheng, everything in life depends on luck and violence.