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Mutual favor, sweetness, good years, two-way redemption
Initially, there was only one lotus flower on the snow-capped mountain.
For countless years, the world was boring and white.
One day, a black dumpling emerged from the snow.
Black Tuan shook the snow off his body and turned into a little fox.
Lianhua doesn't understand why the fox always likes to follow her.
At first, the fox said that the wind was so strong that he built a home for Lotus.
Later, the fox said that the house was so empty that he went out every day and dragged in various things.
The home went from white to colorful.
Every day, Lotus waits for the fox to drag something.
Listen to him talk about some weird things.
One day, the wind stopped and the fox did not come.
The next day, the snow stopped, but the fox still didn't come.
That day, the lotus finally came down the mountain...
But the fox was already dead, leaving him with only blood on the ground.
…
Qingxia was saved by a beautiful lotus during a calamity in the past.
Lianhua was very kind to him, but she was a little talkative.
What Qingxia regretted most was not seeing him before she died.
But he didn't expect that a thousand years later, he would meet Lotus again.
However, the lotus flower has become an immortal respected by thousands of people.
And he is still the ordinary fox.
Outsiders say that the Immortal Lord is ruthless, but the Immortal Lord will feel sorry for him.
Once upon a time, Qingxia fought with wild wolves for food.
Now, the Immortal Lord fed him the most precious cake in the world.
Once upon a time, Qingxia worked hard to mend a hole in her home.
Now, the Immortal Lord built a palace for him in the most beautiful place in the world.
Once upon a time, Qingxia was the only one who spoke
Now, the Immortal Lord often stares at him with burning eyes...
Demining: The writing style is ancient Mary Sue!
[Pre-receipt] "The poor little boy was cruelly spoiled by the owner of the house"
When he was a child, Ning Mo was sold to a mountain village by his family.
The villagers locked him in a small dark room and gave him only one steamed bun every day.
Ning Mo was so hungry during the day that he ate grass, and at night he was so cold that he couldn't sleep.
One day when he was sleeping, he felt as if he had been frozen to death.
When he opened his eyes again, a person suddenly appeared in front of him. The person slapped him involuntarily, and blood dripped from the corner of Ning Mo's mouth.
Later, Ning Mo found out that he had come to a foreigner's house, and he was treated as a lazy and sleeping manservant, so he was beaten.
There are hundreds or thousands of servants here, but there is only one master, and everyone calls him "the master of the house."
Servant No. 1: Never try to show off in front of the master of the house. The master of the house hates such people the most.
Later, the hand of the person who slapped him was cut off and the body was thrown under the cliff. The owner of the house took the plaster and applied it to his mouth with a calm voice.
"Does it still hurt?"
Servant No. 2: Never make a mistake in front of the master of the house. The last person who broke a plate in front of him has only ashes left.
Later, Ning Mo cut up the head of the family's clothes.
The head of the family stared at the pile of scraps and said thoughtfully: "It's time to develop his hobbies..."
Since then, Ning Mo was assigned an extra tailoring class in the afternoon.
Ning Mo:......
Ning Mo could only stay in a foreigner's home for two days at a time. After waking up, he returned to the cold little dark room. It would take many days each time before he could dream of seeing the owner of the house again.
He became more and more greedy for the only owner who gave him warmth, and he was full of expectations every time before falling asleep.
Until one day, he was dragged out of the small dark room by the villagers, and his body was sacrificed to the mountain god...
…….
The owner of Morning Sun Peak discovered a young man with black hair and black eyes at home one day.
The last time he saw someone with this appearance was three thousand years ago, when he first opened his eyes.
He could no longer remember what that person looked like.
All he knew was that at that time, the boy was lying in his arms, and his heart had stopped beating.
That was the first person he saw, a dead man.
Purpose: Trust each other
