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Lan Zejun moved her fingers with difficulty. She felt that her head was in chaos, and she didn't even feel like she was alive. She tried her best to wake up and blinked her eyes, but all she saw was endless darkness. The tattoo on the back of the neck was painful a moment ago, but now it seems to be nothing. Lan Zejun calmed down and tried his best to stand up against the tree next to him, and then touched another tree. In the quiet forest, there was only the sound of the girl's trembling but extremely determined footsteps. Suddenly, a glimmer of light came in. The girl stretched out her hand as if she had a feeling, feeling the long-lost warmth. Under the light, the girl dressed in red looked embarrassed, but she was particularly sacred and inviolable. She's still alive, that's enough.

In the 30th year of Yuanling, April was the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. A secret story spread quietly in the city of Wenxi. It turned out that the youngest daughter of the concubine of the zaifu was dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by her aunt, so she ran away with her mother. The zaifu was furious and sent people to chase him to Cimu Tower. Within half a year, his reputation spread throughout the world, but according to rumors, the poster was just a beautiful girl who had just had her hair tied!