In the thirteenth year of Fengqing, a well-known alcoholic lunatic appeared in the capital.
Wandering around the fireworks and wine alley day after day, I only smiled half-drunk and half-awake at everyone I met.
But it is strange to say that the dignitaries and dignitaries who have been living in the dark have disappeared one after another, as if someone deliberately erased all traces of their lives...
Who could it be?
Qi Suiyu used the folding fan in her hand to resist a young man gently.
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The Shaoqing of Dali Temple and the Drunkard Ranger (pseudo)
ps: The author is just a middle school student. If there are any mistakes in settings, please feel free to point them out! ! (Shivering. Jpg)
Intention: obsession