Fu Weiyue is just an ignorant fortune teller. Get involved in a power dispute for no reason.
Fu Weiyue: "What do you think I want from this fucking world!"
Cheng Baiyi leaned against the blood-covered wall and slowly rowed down. His face was covered with blood, which even dazzled his eyes. He said slowly: "Just give him my life back and forget it..."
Fu Weiyue said across the heavy barrier: "Are you an idiot?"
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The monk, who was twirling rosary beads in his hand and whose long hair reached his waist and was tied in several braids, was sitting in a sedan chair and smiling out the window. His pale face was written with longing for the cherry blossom trees...
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The man sitting on the throne was his brother, the only thing he could see. He was sitting in a wheelchair, coughing weakly, so weak... Weak, he wanted to become stronger and pursue his dream.
"Brother, let's make a bet."
"Let's see if I can win the throne?"
Look for the CP: Cheng Baiyi? Jiang Xin, nothing else.
Intent: Karma and retribution
