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Just because I didn't slap the beautiful aunt as she wanted, my mother glared at me. "Little white-eyed wolf." Her eyes were cold and decisive. "You two, father and daughter, don't deserve my love." That day I hugged her thighs and knelt on the ground, my eyes dim with tears, and I begged. But she kicked me to the ground and watched me having an asthma attack, unmoved. Before I fainted, I suddenly saw strange words appearing in the sky: [If you don't beat your lover, you are protecting your lover. You little white-eyed wolf, she should be allowed to die! The heroine should be made to cry to death. The harder she cries, the more money our heroine will have! At that time, I realized that I was the white-eyed wolf who was nailed to the pillar of shame in the heroine novel, and my mother was bound to the system of exchanging my tears for money.

Fang Xuan single-handedly stirred up the world. The immortal cicada, the art of nirvana, screams once and listen to the wind.

In the world of Xianxia, ​​gods, ghosts and demons coexist. The northern barbarians have giant snow wolves with armor-like fur and are invulnerable; the southern witch tribe raises dragons with witchcraft secrets and acts against nature; the old man from the Western Regions sits cross-legged and fishes for nearly a hundred years just to exchange his apprentice's luck; and Zhongzhou only has one sword, and it is the only sword in the world.