Cultivation type mixed true and false little fox VS guidance type multi-masked black lotus
Master of conspiracy × game of human nature
There are aristocratic families forming cliques for personal gain inside, and there are enemy countries and soldiers on the border outside. How should they support the building that is about to collapse?
Some people are romantic and carefree on the outside, but they are a red city on the inside. Some people do all kinds of bad things while worshiping gods devoutly.
Smoke was everywhere, and she was surrounded by people. Sharp swords pierced her chest. She fell on the dusty ground, and her heavy eyelids suppressed her sleepiness. However, she had not won yet. What should she do? She didn't want to die with regrets and retained the last trace of consciousness. Suddenly, a song came to her ears, "That is a triumphal battle song. Great, everyone, Zhexiao has defended..."
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There was a woman lying on the soft couch, sleeping quietly.
Xiao Yu always whispers in someone's ear.
"Xiao Zhe, I will come here to dress you every day, just as a practice."
Luo Zhexiao's eyes were so tired that she couldn't open them, so she could only complain silently.
"My face is not rice paper!"
"Xiao Zhe, if you don't wake up, I will drink all the wine you have hidden, sell your pawn shop at a low price, and then demolish the Luo Mansion."
"It's okay to kill people and take advantage of them, but it's okay to take advantage of them and rob them!"
"Xiao Zhe, if you don't wake up, I will destroy your country and kill all those people who have a good relationship with you."
"You beast, you are too cruel!"
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"Xiao Yu, stop talking, my ears are buzzing, and I won't be able to live in peace even if I die!"
"Xiao Yu, it's so noisy, can you shut up? I'm sleepy!"
"Xiao Yu, you are really annoying!"
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She listened to someone's nagging every day, couldn't bear it anymore and chose to come back.
It is a biting coldness to see the world. The world encourages evil people to become arrogant. The crimson mud under the evil boots reflects the oily light of the bluestone road. If the fog shrouding Dazhou cannot be blown away, she will find a new path to pierce the black cage.
He watched the flowers in Chang'an coldly and turned the situation upside down. He was an evil ghost from hell. Playing with power was his hobby, and indecisiveness was his rare tenderness.
[Completely fictional and has nothing to do with real history]
Intention: It doesn't matter what the chess pieces are, I just want to fight for it; this is my own ambition and I should complete it myself.