It is popular among wealthy families to throw away their children, and even metaphysics families are no exception.
Meng Yin, who had been lying in bed for eighteen years, was blocked by his biological parents, who said they wanted to take him to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan. Then he lost enthusiasm after finding no talent for cultivation in the Immortal Stone.
"The four imperial families of Xuanmen are proud of practitioners. Not to mention useless people entering the ancestral temple, they are not even allowed to have the same surname."
"But if you are willing to contribute to the family and guard the seal for thirty years, we can reluctantly make an exception."
Meng Yin laughed angrily.
Doesn't he look like the protagonist of a sad love and abuse drama?
He turned around and left, and his last curse word, "Idiot," spread throughout the courtyard, making all the tribesmen in the dark darken their faces with anger.
Later, one summer night after dinner, the two of them lay on the bamboo bed under the towering ancient trees in the courtyard and talked about this matter in the cozy evening breeze.
"You have guessed that they are reluctant to bury a talented fake young master, so they tricked a strong man like you into taking his place. How could you agree?"
The boy with white hair and golden eyes asked casually as if he was curious. Meng Yin pretended not to know and ignored the other person's erect tiger ears and taut tiger tail, and said the answer that suited his heart.
"Because it was you who extended the invitation to me."
One person was so beautiful by this answer that pink bubbles bubbled up in his heart, while the other person took the opportunity to describe the other person's intoxicated posture, sighing that with this posture, tonight's update would be amazing.
The four-phase white tiger, the young god of war...
As a painter, I can't bear to take another look away.
The borderline animal control painter is attacked by Baihu, a fan of X farming literature.
Unconventional farming articles.
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