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When a genius from a martial arts family is forced to participate in a game, she will use her wisdom to subvert the rules and find a way out for all players between reality and fiction.

Around him, there were several men surrounding him, like stars over the moon. Chen Sisi couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to ease her heartbeat that was a little too fast. With a "pop" sound, the man lit the lighter and lit a cigarette. Under the weak firelight, Chen Sisi saw a face with deep features and strong lines from a short distance away.

A maid in a blue shirt and skirt was dozing listlessly outside the main room. In the inner room, inside the red tent, He tide had woken up long ago. At this time, he was sitting blankly on the edge of the bed looking at the room in front of him. Ink paintings hang on the walls, showing elegance. The wooden tables and chairs were of a simple style. She couldn't tell which dynasty they were from as she knew a little about history. They were carved wooden beds, fine silk and satin, and light bed tents. There was a brass mirror on the dressing table not far from her. There is a letter from her husband on the table. The handwriting was clear and elegant, and the writing was gentle and gentle. "I will return home in the day after I leave the official position. Don't worry, miss." He tide was a little strange...