Fuzhi has a lover.
Thousands of years ago, immortals and demons fought against each other and Xiangxiaoyu died.
Fu Zhisheng's immortal body spent countless mornings and sunsets alone and desolately.
Finally, I waited for my reincarnated lover in the fireworks of the human world.
Grievance, pity, and joy all appeared on his face.
In the end, she turned to complaining and jealous of her husband, staring intently at her lover and her childhood sweetheart who were reincarnated not far away...
Fuzhi painstakingly flipped through ancient books and scratched his head: Thirty-six strategies, practiced one by one just to win the love of his lover.
Mu Li: No, it's inexplicable that a man stares at her all day long.
Purpose: Cherish time