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After rebirth, I thought everything was calm, but unexpectedly, I was in crisis everywhere. Why? She was originally an orphan who was reborn in a fire, with a stunning face, but she was ups and downs in troubled times, looking for the truth about her rebirth; he was originally a prince, rich and powerful, and capable of killing, but he was willing to give up everything for her and help her fulfill her wish. In order to search for the past, she and he are destined to meet. In this conspiracy, is he using her, or is he in love with her... In one thought, I met my son; in one thought, I parted from my son; in one thought, even if my soul is gone, I am still willing to meet you.

For thousands of years, there has been a legend in the demon world that as long as you open the door of the Midnight Pavilion, you can grant a wish, so-- When he thought he was extremely unlucky and worried about how to save for tuition every day, Su Xing found that he was involved in a place called Midnight Pavilion. It seems that he is also the owner of the Midnight Pavilion? Here, he was pleasantly surprised to find that although the process was a bit brutal and the reasoning was a bit laborious, he could still get the small amount of money he wanted most! The spiritual energy is revived and evil spirits emerge. Midnight Pavilion is not only the end of the demons' grievances, but also the tribulation of the inner demons. It wasn't until he stepped into it that Su Xing realized that everything was not that simple-- [On the desolate street, the girl's blood blooms like a rose] The pseudo-master in the world of suspense and reasoning + the upgraded pseudo-boss in killing monsters wakes up and holds an ancient dagger in his hand. The evil spirit is trembling, waiting for the smoke to disappear. Su Xing: That murderous thing of yours is pretty good, and it will grow longer. Hand it over. Evil Spirit: That's just my hair... Fatty: Well, when I wake up, I plan to register a trademark for hair growth agent and make it bigger and stronger. . . .