I feel like I am a particularly miserable child. Legend has it that the West Sea Deer Girl is fond of men, likes the new and hates the old, and is cruel, but beautiful as a flower. Therefore, no matter how many men feed the fish, there are still people who like our clan. Thinking of this, some people may be a little confused. They all like the new and hate the old, so how can there be a clan?
This story begins with my ancestors. There was a man who was favored, but ended up favoring him for less than a year, including having children. I have to say that this man was very lucky. Unfortunately, no matter how good his luck was, he could not escape the fate of feeding fishes.
I suggest that the family tree of Xihai Deer Girl should start with my mother. After all, she is the only love brain in history. The beginning of everything was when my mother picked up a man (if he really was a man on the roadside, don't pick it up). After all, this man was quite good-looking. Is this the nature of our family? So the elders of the clan didn't pay too much attention, thinking that they would give up soon, but my mother actually wanted to be with that man for a long time, but it was a pity that the man could not live long because of a serious illness.
So, she did a series of things that chilled the elders in the clan. She was not very smart to begin with, and her spells were not very strong. It was because of the blood of the West Sea Deer Girl that she was a head above others. But soon, she couldn't be happy anymore. Her enemies were seeking revenge everywhere. Her husband was dead, and she felt He is such a waste. My mother gave him so many magic weapons, herbs, and elixirs, and he didn't even escape the first hunt. But because she was pregnant with me at the time, she didn't go to die for her love. But when I was four years old, she didn't want me anymore.
Not long after she died, a kidnapper came to her door. She was young and ignorant at the time, so he abducted her to Chentangguan. He also said that he would be my master and raise me in the General Military Mansion, but I refused. There was also a kidnapper who had the same problem as me, and he was also tricked by the kidnapper.
Damn kidnapper!
But I have to say that he was right in turning me over. I have a lot in common with that person who has the same problem. Life will be fun from now on. If it is deserted and without fireworks, then it is not life, nor is it living!
Intention: Dare not write