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Xia Ying is a quasi-college student who took a year off from school and has nothing to do at home. She has a cowardly personality and a lot of inner drama. She doesn't have any special skills, she just likes to play a multiplayer competitive mobile game called: King of Glory. Until one day, a new resident moved in across the street. ... Online. [Brother Wu Ji]: "Are you a primary school student? Do you know how to play Diao Chan? Have you been to the King of Kings? Have you ever played in the King of Kings? Are you the national server Diao Chan? No? Why do you question it?" [Dragon-Slaying Warrior] (Xia Ying): Family members, I will pay you twenty yuan to target Diao Chan across from you! ... Offline. Dong dong dong--dong dong dong-- There was a knock on the door of Xia Ying's house, "Hello, I am [Brother Wuji], his eldest brother..."

The 18-year-old "Little Paris" in Shanghai suddenly became hot-headed and lost her mind. The road to pursuing her husband is long, and "Little Paris" has always upheld the personal virtues of perseverance and inquiring into the truth as her predecessors said. But what should I do if I can't shake my head? The wise man said: Then change it. In the troubled times, a shadow jumped out from the ten-mile foreign market - Fool, I have spent my whole life to help you promote your publicity.

A hundred years ago, Mu Xiaoheng, a demon born from a mixture of demons and humans, chose an auspicious day to successfully commit suicide. A hundred years later, Mu Xiaoheng, who accidentally became a sword spirit, was picked up by Gu Guangsheng, an outstanding young man from Tao Mountain and the most talented person from the Xianmen family. From then on, a journey of spiritual practice began. "Little senior brother." "Little senior brother?" "Little senior brother!" This is Mu Xiaoheng's three consecutive conversations with Gu Guansheng every day. The tears of the newlyweds in Xilai Town, the bracelets of the childish children in Fubao Township, and the love flowers that never fall off the mountain. You can consider these as your betrothal gifts for marrying me. One person and one spirit, the love doesn't know where it started, but goes deeper and deeper... I will keep your bones until they are buried in the loess, and I will keep your brows a little red. May you be worry-free every year...