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Qingqing gritted her teeth whenever she thought about how arrogant and domineering Mu Yanfeng, known as the Ten Thousand Poison Saints, had been. So much so that when he lost his memory and turned into an ignorant little meat, pestering her to call her "wife", Qingqing agreed as soon as her brain twitched. In order to get even more revenge on him, she kept him by her side. It was fun to ask him to bring tea and water, and massage her back every day. But one day, his amnesia was cured, and Qingqing ran away... Mu Yanfeng chased after him: Madam, you have to be responsible for me!

Dressed like a commoner, Ruosang said that his life was very nice and leisurely. He delivered babies, treated colds, and earned a little money every day. He felt so carefree and comfortable! Unexpectedly, she uncovered the imperial list when her hands were itchy, and with her surgical skills of Western medicine, she actually saved the mother and son of the imperial concubine who was having difficulty giving birth, and gained the imperial concubine's support! I randomly picked up a man covered in blood on the road, and he turned out to be a prince! Looking at the palace clothes just delivered, Ruosang felt that she would not be able to calm down these days!

The terrifying thunder struck at Fumo Mountain for three years and six months. Most of the hinterland of the mountain was hollowed out, revealing a copper coffin of gods and demons. The copper coffin was six feet long and three feet wide, and was filled with terrible evil aura. When Terror Thunder saw the copper coffin of the gods and demons appearing in the world, it went crazy. The golden sea of ​​thunder rolled, and it gathered all its strength to strike at the copper coffins of the gods and demons. With a roar, the copper coffin of gods and demons shattered. The moment it shattered, the earth trembled. An endless amount of power gathered between heaven and earth. The power rose into the sky, and the golden sea of ​​thunder was instantly torn into pieces. After the weather clears up. A little boy with a mole on his forehead fell into deep thought. What's going on is a little complicated. Once again, all the immortals in the Immortal Court have fallen, the Three Realms have ceased to exist, and there has been a catastrophe of ten thousand years. The only life-saving magic weapon, the copper coffin of gods and demons, has been destroyed. Another young man who has no understanding of this world has traveled through time... Yeah... Is that a little man's head hanging on the big tree on the top of the mountain opposite? Why do you still have wings? What is it doing here? Could it be that you know I'm hungry?