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Prequel to Peak Battle
Fantasy巅峰之战前传
Mo Xiaoke
A person travels alone, but the result is that the brothers turn against each other. When the two fought to suppress each other, they discovered that it was all a long-planned conspiracy. What happens when darkness and light intertwine? Where will their inheritance go? The world is so big, who will dominate the ups and downs and break the shackles?
A person travels alone, but the result is that the brothers turn against each other. When the two fought to suppress each other, they discovered that it was all a long-planned conspiracy. What happens when darkness and light intertwine? Where will their inheritance go? The world is so big, who will dominate the ups and downs and break the shackles?

The Lonely City is Peaceful in Jinnian
Modern Romance孤城瑾年若安生
Mo Xiaoke
A long scar was drawn on the 13-year-old's cheek. Last night's dream was like a world away today. A flower named Ansheng bloomed in the heart of the 16-year-old. The flower bloomed at that time, which coincided with Pinellia. When I was 17 years old, the church bells rang out from the banks of the Seine, and the fallen Satan and God's punishment made me feel like I was in a strange country, and the young man I met was picturesque. With an 18-year-old face and a 19-year-old hair, I found the boy lost in my memory but couldn't hold on to the sand of time. At the age of 24, with a glass of old wine and an invitation in front of me, I smiled and said polite words to you. I drank the tea that you brewed with your own hands, and I knew that there was nothing more than a stranger between us. The rain at the entrance of the alley fell and stopped again, and my back finally disappeared in the hustle and bustle of this life amid repeated wandering. The city is full of prosperity. If you meet a young man named Ansheng on the road, please take my thoughts to his home.
A long scar was drawn on the 13-year-old's cheek. Last night's dream was like a world away today. A flower named Ansheng bloomed in the heart of the 16-year-old. The flower bloomed at that time, which coincided with Pinellia. When I was 17 years old, the church bells rang out from the banks of the Seine, and the fallen Satan and God's punishment made me feel like I was in a strange country, and the young man I met was picturesque. With an 18-year-old face and a 19-year-old hair, I found the boy lost in my memory but couldn't hold on to the sand of time. At the age of 24, with a glass of old wine and an invitation in front of me, I smiled and said polite words to you. I drank the tea that you brewed with your own hands, and I knew that there was nothing more than a stranger between us. The rain at the entrance of the alley fell and stopped again, and my back finally disappeared in the hustle and bustle of this life amid repeated wandering. The city is full of prosperity. If you meet a young man named Ansheng on the road, please take my thoughts to his home.