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Everyone knows that the god Feng Cangxiao behaves calmly and has no desire; the demon god Xi Moyuan is charming and troubles the world; the demon god Mu Qing is full of evil spirits and viciousness, and her bones are full of bones. That year, by the Fushu River, he brought her infant daughter back to Ximi Mountain with a gentle smile and accepted her as his disciple; that day, she took off her shirt lightly and the red tent fell down, knowing full well that there was a long relationship and she was willing to fall into a catastrophe; at that moment, she was wearing a wedding dress and moving into the Demon Palace, and he was heartbroken, but who knew that she was heartbroken.
She spent thousands of years and seven reincarnations, but she could only always watch his elegant figure behind him and gaze at his heavenly and human appearance. He is the bright moon, the bright sun, the god and demon that she cannot touch.
In the world of mortals, in every life, she would miss him deeply, alone until death, but she could never remember his voice, face, and smile.
When you wake up from the wine and the clouds and smoke dissipate, what's the use of persistence? All the empty flowers in your eyes are illusions. How about letting go freely?
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