Divine, noble, cold and indifferent but tender and affectionate (ancient painting restorer)
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Ever since he picked up that chubby little bird, Que Ming has been trapped in nightmares.
The fire in his dream burned him again and again. He felt deeply uncomfortable but could not escape. Every time he could only hope that the bird's song would drag him out of the sea of suffering.
But one time, he suddenly saw the figure of the bird clearly. Even though the figure was very different from the ball of hair he had picked up, he was sure that it was the ball of hair.
... Is he thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night?
Maoqiu is usually not willing to let him get close to him, so he is going to touch people in his dreams?
That's not impossible, haha... Wait a minute! Why is the real furball suddenly so easy to talk to?
Why? No, why have you turned into a living person? Still a handsome guy? Then those shameless, shameless and limitless things he did in front of Maoqiu before... Bad!
He covered his face: "What did you say? God?" Que Ming jumped up, "You still call me not a human being?"
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The owl has lived for thousands of years, and the familiar figures and gods around it have disappeared one after another.
Humanity's belief in heaven and earth gradually weakened, and the once free and unrestrained Fengshen gradually became powerless. Xun Owl knows that he will eventually usher in his destiny.
He was born in the wind and will return to the wind.
But it seems that his destination is not loneliness...
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The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the surrounding sea is quiet and boundless. How come a thought returns to beauty?
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The front part should be more daily, and the back part may be more spread out, involving past and present lives.
1V1, he, double clean
Intention: great love
