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Holding a letter of divorce in hand, the snow at the bottom of the cliff is pressing down on me.
The snow was flying in the winter, and the dying Nalanchun became a divorced woman in ancient times.
Ai Baixue stretched out a thin white hand, and her frozen head came out immediately.
"Oh my god, there is a ghost."
The forest was deep at the bottom of the cliff. Nalanchun was just about to take a rest when his ankle was suddenly held. He jumped three feet high in fright and even dropped the fish he was carrying on his shoulders.
Could it be that he is already dead?
Amitabha, very good, very good, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord
Nalan Chun clasped his hands devoutly and bent down towards the corpse in the grass. My dear friend, have a good journey.
Mu Zhile, who vaguely heard the sound, used his last strength to pull on the person's ankle.
"No, do you like jumping off cliffs so much? It doesn't hurt. You all think you are a stone instead of an egg." Nalanchun dragged the person out of the grass with force and wiped away the non-existent sweat.
"Who are you?" Mu Zhile asked.
"Your benefactor." Nalan Chun replied.
Until one day, the person who repaid the kindness repaid the life-saving grace in another way.
The younger brother VS the older sister, daily life is slow, not Su Shuang, not the Holy Mother, not the Holy Father, 1V1, HE, double purity
Intention: The road reaches the sky, I will walk aside
