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The story takes place in the historical gap period after the defeat and fall of the Dragon God and the turmoil in the divine world. At this time, Douluo Continent has not yet formed the perfect Wuhun Temple system for later generations. The conflict between humans and soul beasts is in the most primitive wilderness era, and the legends of gods are just misty relics.

A young man from Blue Star suddenly died at his work station due to staying up late at work. When he woke up, he found that he was in Douluo Continent and awakened the Wuhun Bone Dragon.

Ordinary and trivial daily life becomes meaningful when it comes to words. Life leaves its mark. Some things are found in tree holes.

No one carries it better than her, and she can be struck by lightning even while eating barbecue. It didn't matter that he was struck by lightning, but he actually traveled through time. But why do people in time travel dress up as a peerless beauty, but she travels through time and dress as a peerless fat girl? And her name is so ironic, it's Chu--Xian--Xian! Wow! Oh my God, there is no humanity left. Is this iceberg-faced prince really her husband? He came to see her rescued from Luohu, and he even brought a charming concubine with him. Was he deliberately sarcastic and watching the show? It's not her fault that she is fat. She also wants to travel through time and become a beautiful woman, but God won't help her. If that's the case, then let's live our own lives. When the ugly duckling turns into a white swan, she wants to see if her princely husband really has no regrets. What what? Five-color stone? What? You want her to find it? What? The emperor's boss' life depends on her to save it? God, she just wants to live a quiet life, can she let someone else do this savior task... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The group number is\

The first part is finished. The author really likes to write one part after another.

"Pelliot's Beijing Diary" is Pelliot's personal record of the Boxer Rebellion. From 1899 to 1901, Pelliot traveled throughout Vietnam and China. When the Boxer Rebellion broke out, he happened to be in Beijing and witnessed the entire process of the embassy area being besieged by the Boxers. As the situation developed, he took some time to record what he saw and heard on small pieces of paper. The diary written under this special environment is scattered and fragmented, but it has a sense of being on the spot. The editors of the Collège de France identified and sorted out the diary manuscripts in detail, presented them as they were, and supplemented them with Pelliot's diary when he lived in the Far East for the second time, so as to present as completely as possible the adventurous Eastern academic journey of this academic master in his youth.

How many places in this world are we unable to reach? The coastline that disappears in the alternation of morning and dusk, the duel between the Antarctic and the North Pole, and her heart that cannot be reached even after thousands of years of hiking. We tried our best and ran out of time, but in the end, we could only see those inaccessible places, where white flowers bloomed lonely and blooming season after season, extremely beautiful and gorgeous. It is a place that is within reach, but we cannot reach it, and we have always been unable to reach it. We are on the left side of hell and she is on the right side of heaven. She spoke in the darkness. She said, if I didn't have eyes, I wouldn't have seen him and I wouldn't have met you. However, she saw him and met me again. She lost her sight after seeing him and meeting me again. She said, I want to turn into a dregs, an ugly and desolate dregs that no one will look at again. I want to say to her, even if you turn into dregs, I will look at you day and night, like looking at the flawless white magnolia flower in full bloom. However, what I wanted to say has never been said. As a result, there was moisture in the air, mistiness in the eyes, and sadness in the chest. So, we started confessing and sobbing. Facing the white tombstone, facing the red rising sun, facing the paradise we cannot reach...