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The original owner was weak and could be bullied. He closed his eyes and kicked off his legs, leaving a mess for her to clean up. Ding Weilan blinked her eyes. The cold-faced and ruthless husband, Bai Lian, who was harmless to humans and animals, was trying to abuse the scum? OK! "Qingying, you copycat!" A certain little follower who was named dragged the huge baggage, wiped his sweat, and looked at her innocently. "Miss, aren't you running away? Why are you copying this guy?" "What?" Ding Weilan raised an eyebrow, "Open the way!" Traveling through the happy ancient life of the eldest lady and the little follower, let's see how we can stop the gods from killing gods, and the Buddha from killing Buddhas.

Needling, chasing, mutual games! I hope that pure heart will not be harmed. And the life of forgiveness is like a delicate doll that is imprisoned and destined to die in the picture frame. The choice of fate made it impossible for him to escape. He could only choose two paths, life or death! The soft sound of the word seemed to be disappearing soon, lingering in the ears for a long time. It really reminded him of the hope of living. But reality has been cruelly tempered, making it impossible to permanently preserve the illusion of its former glory. After spending a lifetime of hard work, in the end it is just like mud, becomes worthless, and even reveals the selfishness and vulnerability of human nature. He reached the lowest point in his career and clung to the deceiver with his last breath. The last rope he was given was ruthlessly cut off by the deceiver's accomplices. He was helpless and helpless - the image of the departed loved one hovered vaguely in his mind, "Live on..." The beautiful woman's painful smile was filled with desolation. Regret intertwined in the heart, fate played tricks on life, and never got any benefit. It's just a road paved for him to experience. But complex things can eventually be solved with simplicity, and maybe that will be the original intention to change the concept...