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There was an accidental fire in his hometown, and his father desperately tried to save his sister, but he was severely burned and needed a blood transfusion. I was in a different place and asked my fiancé for help, but he said he didn't have enough blood and mobilized all blood banks in the city just to save my sister who was slightly burned. In despair, Gu Jingchen drove up and rushed to my hometown with 600ml of my blood. I bled to death on the roadside. When I woke up, Gu Jingchen told me that my father had died of excessive blood loss and that my face was disfigured because I hit a stone. He held my bandaged face and promised to spend his whole life making it up to me. After three years of marriage and six months pregnant, I was in coma again and was rescued.

"The Confucian sage absorbed a bit of literary spirit from this world, wrote a treatise on self-reliance in a cool and unrestrained way, and became a saint on the three-inch green platform; the Taoist sage saw through the freedom on Mount Zizai and became a saint, but he could only seal himself in the mountain and could not Half a step beyond; the Buddhist saint slaughtered a city of innocent people in the troubled times, saying that there is no limit to the sea of suffering, and became a saint on the spot; the demon ancestor of the devil family falsely claimed that he was invincible, and dared to raise his sword to the sky, but he was able to turn himself into a demon by cutting off that ray of concern. " In the busy city, a storyteller stood funny on an old table, looking at the crowd of listeners below, and said these shocking remarks like a statement. After a long time, there was no words. The storyteller cleared his throat and said again: "There is a man in this world who competed with the sky in a sword competition and won half a move..." At this point, the storyteller looked into the distance and murmured to himself: "But he is about to die..." Having said this, the storyteller gave a weird smile, jumped off the table, squeezed into the crowd as if mad, and ran away dancing. After the storyteller left, the listeners cluttered up like ants in a frying pan. They all looked around blankly. After a long time, the crowd dispersed, and the bustling city returned to its former hustle and bustle.

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