She was just one of thousands of humble disciples of Xinglin Sect, but while practicing medicine, she was inexplicably involved in the battle of life and death in the Three Realms. This unspeakable burden weighed on her shoulders, making her breathless. Fortunately, she is always there.
"The smell of alcohol burned my face, my eyes, and my whole heart. My consciousness fell into your blurry image."
He knew that this was wrong, but Qu Zijin fell into it and couldn't extricate himself. One look at that lonely and cold person can offset ten thousand years of loneliness.
Intention: Three thousand weak water, but take a scoop