There was a girl in Sioux City who held a banquet in Kyoto and shocked everyone with her dance.
At this point, Wen Jingluo decided to live his life under the shadow of his sister Wen Mo Sang.
Wen Jingluo's life is dull and not very interesting.
It wasn't until his death, with his family broken up and everyone dead, that he suddenly realized that in the hearts of others, he had already become cold to the bone.
Perhaps, fate would not tolerate her having nothing to think about or hate in her life. It actually brought her back to the year when her sister became famous in the capital.
This time, she is willing to go to Beijing with her sister. She will no longer be a bystander. She will know that her sister's life was once enviable to her, but it was so miserable.
It was also this time that the warm jade met the cold furnace. So far, the fire in the furnace has been flourishing, and the jade is warm and smoke.
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Liu Changzhi is a royal relative, but he is not greedy for power. He likes to play with the immortal arts all day long.
He did become a celestial being, but due to a family funeral, he had no choice but to return to secular life.
He originally thought that since he was destined to be the King of Nan'an in this life, his thoughts should also be filled with calculations.
He did indeed do it, holding the prince's party at his fingertips, but when the ghosts of Kyoto reappeared, he might not be able to pick up the fairy sword as he was riddled with sin.
"I don't know if I should be lucky, little girl. The master's sword is broken. I can't get rid of the ghost like me. I should feel sorry for the sword."
The female protagonist who appears to be a Buddhist but is actually a blasphemous monster × the arrogant male protagonist who has a soft mouth and a soft heart
(The heroine is a ghost who has no obsession after death, but cannot survive the Naihe Bridge and is thrown back into the world. Only the male protagonist who has entered the immortal sect knows that the heroine is extremely ghostly. One v one, two places. Practice writing, imaginary history, there is no particularity! If you don't like it, don't spray it!)
Intention: There is room for you and me in this world.
