Luo Qinghong woke up and traveled through time. She wore it and became a half-dead beggar. This little beggar was holding a ball of rotten rice and feasting on it, but now he was frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground. Luo Qinghong, no, Li Shuancao has a headache. Let's not talk about how a cripple with no spiritual power and six meridians and very poor qualifications can live comfortably in the world of Xianxia. How to save his life is a big problem right now...
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(PS: This is my first time writing a book, to practice writing; it is essentially a group portrait article about a female protagonist with no cp background and a relaxed daily life with a little bit of abuse; there are Bl and gl; please refer to the actual product for details!)
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