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Demon Lord Xi Zhaoru initially thought that just a small contract to "make me welcome" would be able to restore his body, but this was not easy.
"All the clothes are not only the same in color and style, but also in the same pattern. Why don't you wear any clothes? You might as well wrap yourself in a piece of cloth!"
"Hairband, hairband or hairband, can't you afford a hairpin?"
"Smile, smile, smile. How can the corners of your mouth keep cramping with a smile? Are you still a cultivator?!"
"When others are just trying to be modest, why do you echo, 'Yes, you are indeed weak'? Has your emotional intelligence been eaten up by the rogue dog raised by your master?!"
"Your junior sister just wants you to comfort her, not to really strip her boyfriend naked and throw him on the street!"
"I asked you to be gentle with your blind date, not to give him princess hugs!"
"You did it on purpose, right?!"
Song Fengxu, the senior sister of Wangxi Pavilion, was confused: "It's not that I don't have it. I'm doing exactly what you taught me."
Demon Lord Xi Zhaoru's powerful soul told him that Song Fengxu was indeed not lying. He broke his guard.
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Purpose: Build a better life
