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The picture scroll in the world of mortals is like smoke and a dream. Looking back, it is already a beautiful woman on the shore of the sunset, and the sea has changed! Luo Yingchun is like a lonely desert flower. She lost her mother when she was young. She was born and grew up in the mountains. She grew up with difficulty in Qingyun Bay, which is almost isolated from the world. She moved forward angrily in the cracks and fought back in disasters. When she walked in the city, she lived in the mountains. Go through hardships in love, hate, and hatred, but always remain pure and kind before the temptation of right and wrong; go against the odds in a foreign country, redeem yourself in dangerous situations, and suddenly become enlightened in the ups and downs of half a life... Put away the suffering, rebuild your home, and be filled with nostalgia and feelings of home and country!

Back at my residence, I washed my clothes in the bathroom, hung them up, and had a drink. I used a beer glass that I bought when I first arrived in Beijing when I went shopping in Xidan with Asan. It was very delicate, with undulating patterns engraved on it. I didn't know what kind of flower it was, but I just thought it looked pretty. It cost 36 yuan a piece, so expensive! Ah San took it, held it in his hand, and shouted: "Yeah, it's rosemary! It can bring good luck to people! Buy two!" After paying the money, she handed them to him and said, "Put it in your place. I will use it when I go to your place to drink." At that time, Ah San always looked at him with soft eyes, which made him feel frightened and dared not look directly at him. "If, if she had made another choice, she wouldn't have left so early, right?" The beer glass reflected purple-blue light under the light, and she was in a daze for a while, "Go to sleep." She said to herself. Some pain cannot be healed, and the best way is to forget it.

What is more terrifying than the powder palace, the crematorium, the experimental center, hunger, and the loss of the first night is the soul worship ceremony. It is not a ceremony, but a feast that lasts for ten days and a half. In the Dachi Kingdom, the civilians can only sit on the flames and taste the panic they sent; the civilians can only pay homage to the deceased king with warm bright red! They spoke eloquently: There is no need to resist. Under the hard iron hoof, you can only act like ants or shrinking sheep... The spirit ceremony is about to begin, and the people in Zazhu Town are already terrified!

This is a novel with a broad background and twists and turns that the author spent many years carefully creating. 30 Degrees north latitude is a magical latitude. This latitude is the starting point of many human civilizations such as the pyramids and Mayan ruins. It is also the death line of human disasters such as Bermuda and strong earthquake zones. The story told in this novel takes place in an ancient city located at 30 degrees north latitude. The novel begins with the theft of a magical piece of porcelain. Through the narrative of "I", as the case is intertwined and advanced, the history and culture of the porcelain capital are shown. At the same time, the past and present life of this piece of porcelain named No. 6901 Also deciphered a little-known legendary diplomatic situation of the Republic.