Xianqing was born in chaos and is a Sanskrit flower spirit. He was tricked by the old man from Penglai and worked conscientiously as the Eleventh Hall in Penglai for 30,000 years.
One day, I accidentally fell into the dream of a little heavenly soldier who had just ascended, only to realize that these 30,000 years were just a carefully planned scam.
Xian Qing regards them as teachers, friends, brothers and fathers, but they only regard Xian Qing as a delicacy on the table, a gluttonous delicacy.
How can I bear this? Let's just die together, and no one can even think about living a miserable life.
But who would have expected that not only did he not die, but after recuperating for a thousand years, he was also very lucky to be reborn as a rich playboy in the mortal world. This is great!
Just,
"Bald Imperial Master, why are you always staring at me? I'm a charming young master, but I don't have a habit of wearing short sleeves~"
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I thought it was a rainbow on a rainy day or a shooting star during the day, but it turns out that time passes by and my heart is determined.
It is my first time to write an article, and I have thought about it carefully for a long time. If Baoer has any dissatisfaction or doubts, I welcome sensible, sincere and polite suggestions, but please be merciful and tolerate my little glass heart, which makes everything difficult at the beginning. Thank you~~~
Intention: run in both directions, redeem each other, and be a sweetheart without brains