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Peach Blossom Fairy's Daily Routine of Catching Monsters
Xianxia Fantasy桃花仙人的捉妖日常
Laugh And Forget All Your Worries
The little peach blossom fairy is not afraid of monsters or money. Mu Qingchen has always felt that it doesn't matter if you don't have money, just don't get too close to Ling Feibai! One is a little fairy who lives in the world and makes a living by ferrying souls, and the other is the emperor's beloved nephew who is as gentle as jade and smiles like a spring breeze. When we first met him at the Peach Blossom Tea House, he was dressed in white, as gentle as jade, smiling as he watched himself fall from the wall, which made people extremely depressing and reminded him of the phrase "a genius of a generation, smiling until the end of the world". The soul-eating golden bell appears in the sky, and the poor blue falls from the sky. Thousands of fire clouds destroy the traces of evil, and the dust settles to cherish each other forever. Imperial power is vying for supremacy, witchcraft reigns supreme, human lives are like grass, love and hate are like a cloud. A lifetime of love and hate went through each other, and finally turned into one sentence: "I have no repayment for your deep feelings, and I hope you will be prosperous in this life."
The little peach blossom fairy is not afraid of monsters or money. Mu Qingchen has always felt that it doesn't matter if you don't have money, just don't get too close to Ling Feibai! One is a little fairy who lives in the world and makes a living by ferrying souls, and the other is the emperor's beloved nephew who is as gentle as jade and smiles like a spring breeze. When we first met him at the Peach Blossom Tea House, he was dressed in white, as gentle as jade, smiling as he watched himself fall from the wall, which made people extremely depressing and reminded him of the phrase "a genius of a generation, smiling until the end of the world". The soul-eating golden bell appears in the sky, and the poor blue falls from the sky. Thousands of fire clouds destroy the traces of evil, and the dust settles to cherish each other forever. Imperial power is vying for supremacy, witchcraft reigns supreme, human lives are like grass, love and hate are like a cloud. A lifetime of love and hate went through each other, and finally turned into one sentence: "I have no repayment for your deep feelings, and I hope you will be prosperous in this life."