In-text perspective third person
It is said that my mother covets a piece of land belonging to Lao Cheng's family. Those outsiders are always talking nonsense, and one of her clients doesn't know the tradition of Lao Cheng's women disguising themselves as men?
According to me, it's easy to defraud grandma out of her money. Just shave your head, buy some rags, and say something about fate or not, and you'll get that plate of gold ingots.
My mother-in-law refuses to admit that she is easy to deceive. Maybe it's because our family dug God's grave, so the ninth-generation only daughter is a brainless omega?
Fortunately, I am a smart person as the tenth generation. This temple would be even more beautiful if I could kick it, but my 5-year-old little arms and legs are not very good.
It's all because of this temple that my good little bully of Daliu Village came here to guard the clay statues and eat grass. It's all because of those bald heads talking nonsense. But there is a little doll carved in pink and jade, cute and soft. I heard that he comes here every year to accompany his grandfather on vacation.
So, I quietly got interested and discovered his little secret, just like me. But he only comes every year when he is on vacation. How should I think of a way to chat with him all the time?
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A hundred years ago, the blood moon hung high, the black fog rose and dispersed, and blue cracks appeared in various places, with no way in or out.
The queen's mother died of illness, and the 6-year-old prince Gao Chi was sent to Baiyun Temple, which is closest to Heiwu, to pray for blessings. The following year, the imperial concubine who gave birth to her second son became the queen.
The figure of the little prince was infinitely hidden. When the little prince was 16 years old, the emperor died, and then he supported his ten-year-old son to succeed to the throne and preside over the government. What a pity! The raging black mist expands infinitely, and no one can escape. The huge creatures in it harvest lives, and those with greater lives will survive.
When he looked at his stepmother who was running away in embarrassment, he just felt that she was pitiful and pathetic. Did she ever think about it now when she was trying to kill everyone?
1V1, sweet text (double C)
Double A collides and redeems each other.
Tips for reading the article: Ancient ABO + black fog natural disaster raging dungeon flow, wretched development in the early stage, building a small village in the later stage
Don't miss the little angel passing by, collect one.
Intention: Living in darkness and facing the light
