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I once heard my great-grandfather say that there was a nameless and poor beggar in the past few decades. It was said that he could understand the past and the present, and could tell the future by pinching his fingers. It was even said that he could change his destiny against the will of heaven. "Hey, I'm talking about you! Don't stand here. You are a young man from a wealthy family standing here, and you are so worried about your clothes." A rickety old woman on crutches squeezed through the narrow alley. An alleyway connects the sky and the earth. To the left are rich merchants, and to the right are the poor and weak. The young man turned right. He walked for so long that he even forgot how long he had walked. What kind of world is this? Perhaps it is because of autumn, withered leaves falling all over the ground. The air that has just rained is moist and sticky. The wet mud and leaves are mixed together, leaving footprints of pedestrians one after another. There were several women and children sitting on a bench made of several bricks. Thumbelina was exposed on the toes of their shoes, and the heels were so worn that you could see the heels. The child on his back was neither crying nor fussing, probably asleep. With needle and thread in hand, make some clothes for the winter, or exchange for some money and food. Even before winter arrives, those women's fingers are already chapped, and the black mud between their fingers cannot be washed away even if they are soaked for ten and a half days. It's rare to see young and old men here. Are they working in the fields? Or were they captured by conscripts? After all, I have never seen it with my own eyes. If the Buddhas in the world could see it, would their clay and gold statues shed tears?

A new hole has been opened. This book is really rubbish. When I first wrote it, my thinking was not up to that level! So now I bring you better writing and stories! You will like Wang Ye and Feng Baobao in The Turmoil of Another World Under One Person, right?

Luo Yunfeng held on to the railing, "No worries inside, no worries outside. What else do you want?" The young emperor looked into the distance, the ambition in his eyes undisguised, "I want this world!"

When the king of Wudang Mountain also met Bao Bao in another world, Bao Bao lost his memory again. This lay disciple, Wang also finally fell into the world of mortals. He claims to be indifferent to the world, but he once again stepped into the world for the sake of his baby. ... Feng Baobao: Who are you? Wang Ye stared at the person in front of him carefully: Feng Baobao? Don't you remember me? Feng Baobao looked at Wang Ye blankly: I always think you look familiar, no, my head hurts~ Wang also smiled, but he still remembered the time when Feng Baobao buried himself in the soil. Wang Ye whispered: Tuheche! Feng Baobao instinctively avoided. Wang was also surprised. He thought he was the only one who came to this world with skills and forgot how powerful the perverted girl in front of him was. Wang Ye picked up his legs and ran away, but at this time Sister Baoer (Feng Baobao) picked up the shovel... Ps: fanfic under one person This is just nonsense. I only watched two seasons of the anime, so I'm starting to yy now.