Touching the blank fortune book, my fingertips felt cold.
Broken souls resonate, and the old fragrance spreads.
When the blade was pressed against his heart, Qu Jinwu heard two overlapping voices:
"Are you really going to kill me twice?"
"Disciple?"
"Junior brother?"
——At the gate of hell, who is the living incense being sacrificed?
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Pretending to be a good man in the city × Gugao Xianjun
Purpose: Self-improvement and destiny