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Question: What was it like to travel back in time to the youthful egg-ache romance novel I wrote in my second year of middle school? Laxatives, social animals who have been severely beaten by society have nothing to say. In short, it is similar to the despair and calmness of coming home after working overtime until 23 o'clock, welcoming the dog and the sweeping robot behind the door, and finding behind them a house full of daddy marks, and having to clock in on time at 8 o'clock tomorrow to get things done. "Why, exactly why," the hot and rapid breathing was suppressed and released from the height, and the tall and handsome young man pressed gloomily against the wall beside the girl's neck. When the girl looked up, Gu Nanxing realized for the first time that he was no longer a weakling who could only accept guidance. As his heartbeat rang in his ears, the resentment, fear and anger that had been fermented for seven years exploded, "Why are you not willing to live for me - us!" "Wealth, power, status, truth... Even immortality, everything is already in your hands, but you can't even summon the slightest attachment from the goddess of heaven. Then——" Under the moonlight, the gauze and silk were trailing on the ground, and the gold ornaments all over the body were tinkling and singing. Clear wine spilled from the lips of the brown-skinned young man. The white knitted fur collar was wet and made him look sadistic and sad. "Your loyal servant hereby expresses his feelings." The sweet fragrance of honey and sugar lingered around the two of them. Asikawa completely abandoned the distance without any hesitation. He smiled and whispered in the girl's ear, "I have pure love for you between a man and a woman. All the offerings are just proof of this emotion. There is no need to care or worry. I hope you can always be happy." "Hahaha - I really didn't expect that at such a time, you could actually say such things. Very good, very good. Your stupidity and innocence really deserve my praise." The young man with delicate eyebrows finally stopped his sneers and looked down at the girl in wedding clothes on the wedding bed, with bright makeup and dim lights. He subconsciously looked away. Li Qingyuan, as usual, spoke forcefully and nonchalantly, but he made a vow that he would achieve it even if he experienced all the suffering in his previous life. "Then remember, your life and death will always be under my control." What is love? It's the magic that makes people better. "What about me?" The scorching sun shines brightly on the white-haired young man outside the window. His light-colored irises are filled with golden light, shining like a lamp, reflecting into his heart. The "us" that Gu Nanxing never forgets, the "immortality" that Asichuan cannot give, and the man-made disaster in Li Qingyuan's previous life that robbed "life and death"—— In this martial arts world where martial arts are so advanced that even the label "cultivation" is apt, the young man who has perfectly ruled the "Demon Cult" for three hundred years, his words and deeds are in no way worthy of his name "Fu Guang". You need to know how to be a good person. The "devils" of the "Devil Cult", stroke by stroke, have long been stained with the flesh and blood of innocent people. To put it more bluntly, those who do not conform to socialist values must go to the crematorium. Motto: There is always something more important than love