death like wind

Chapter 84

"His Royal Highness Chi is a son of a rich family in this life. His father was found out in a corruption case and beheaded all over the family. Because he was still young, he was sent to the Tingyu Building. At the age of 17, he was killed because he resisted, and his body was thrown into the wilderness." Heiye has no expression on his face, and summed up Chi's life in one sentence, with a calm voice, and he has repeated this work countless times.

Every time he watched his highness come back to heal his wounds like a god, he would always have a feeling of hatred for iron and steel, and he was almost as stubborn as his father's generation of gods.

No matter how deeply he was hurt, when he heard the news of Chi's reincarnation, he would always heal his scars and forget the pain, and then plunged into the world of mortals again, just like a ghost.

Not this time, before he finished listening, he disappeared without a trace, as if His Highness Chi would be tarnished by someone if he went late.

Looking at the vast universe, the black shadow sighed deeply again.

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"Hey, you still dare to put on your noble face while wearing a sinful body. Who will you show it to? Tingyu Tower is not your prime minister's mansion, and no one here will coax you and spoil you." In front of the dilapidated firewood house , the two servants looked at the boy curled up inside mockingly, spitting out dirty words.

"It's such a pity. If it wasn't for my mother staring at him, I would have wanted to taste what it's like to be a son of your family. I heard that the prime minister's mansion dotes on him very much. I feel distressed for a long time when I bump into him, and I don't want to let him out. , tsk tsk, the skin is tender and fleshy, and that face is really, more watery than a girl." Another boy was salivating, his eyes seemed to be on a boy's body.

"He's not something we can make up our minds about. Many nobles are waiting. Don't talk about it. Mom is here." Seeing a middle-aged woman with heavy make-up walking in front of the corridor, the two servants quickly stood up straight and looked at him. Look ahead.

"Aren't you willing to give in?" The bustard held the tight cattail fan to blow away the dust flying in the air, pushed the door and stepped into the woodshed, looking at the child in the corner with pity.

"Going back to mother, I haven't said a word since I delivered it. I haven't eaten or drunk for three days. If this continues, people will die." The boy bowed back and gave his companion a secret look.

The companion immediately understood, and echoed: "Those noble and noble people were sent to Tingyulou. They have always been obedient after being beaten and hungry. Why don't you just do as usual. Are you afraid that he won't obey?"

"No." The old bustard's eyes moved, and he took a panoramic view of their small movements, waved his round fan, and smiled slightly: "This face is a treasure, and it must not be touched. I still count on him to make a fortune, why? Can it hurt He Huan? You go out and let mom have a good word with him."

"Yes." The little servant showed regret, and retreated backwards. They walked silently, with full temples, and they were all people with high martial arts skills.

When the gate was closed and the firewood room was back in darkness, the old bustard fumbled to light a candle, took out a handkerchief and put it on the stool, then sat down, covered his mouth and nose with a round fan, and said: "Today at noon , is the day when you will behead your whole family."

The young man who had been huddled in the corner moved slightly, his eyes flowed, and a pool of vanity aroused sadness.

"Hey, I think about how beautiful the prime minister's mansion was back then. The eldest daughter was married into the palace and loved for a while, and the second daughter was raised in the boudoir without leaving home. The person who wanted to marry her broke through the threshold. The younger son is full of talents, and he is the most famous in Beijing. Talented man, I heard that his appearance is even better than the most beautiful woman, but no one has seen it before." The past vaguely floated in front of his eyes, and the old bustard sighed.

"The prime minister got a son in his old age, and he has held the son in his palm since he was a child. I am afraid that you, lowly people like us, will feel that your eyes are obstructed just by looking at it, but so what. Be charming and laugh, use your body to make a living."

The young man secretly clenched his dry and pale lips, and remained silent all the time. His clear eyes were full of stubbornness that was too thick to be melted away.

"Young master, why stick to the past. Now that you're relegated to being a prostitute, you should learn from prostitutes. Forget your past name and call it Hehuan. How bad is it? Since God gave you this face, it has sealed your fate." "The old bustard's words were very harsh, piercing the young man's thin body like a knife, straight to the heart.

She left a sentence "Think about it carefully", then turned around and left without hesitation, the door closed again, raising a cloud of dust, the world was plunged into darkness, only the candle was still tremblingly lit .

After a while, there was another voice outside the door.

"Two big brothers, just let me meet my son, he will definitely not be able to bear it if this continues, please."

"Mom said that no one can visit."

"I... This is a little silver reward I saved. I hope that my brother will accept it and buy some wine."

After a while of silence, the boy said: "Go in, hurry up."

"Eh! Thank you, thank you."

The door was opened a crack again, a thin figure quickly slipped in, quickly closed the door again, and then threw himself beside the young man, crying uncontrollably: "My lord, the Zhao family is gone."

The boy remained silent, like a curled stone statue, as if he could be forgotten in pain.

"Young master, please be soft. You are the only blood of the Zhao family. If something happens to you, what should you do if you call the ancestor of the Zhao family under Huang Quan?"

This is the servant who came to listen to Yulou with him. He followed him since he was a child. He said he was a servant, but he loved him like a brother. Hearing Ah Qiang's pleading with snot and tears, the sadness in the young man's eyes became more and more intense, and the depression under his eyes was suppressed. The tears turned into frozen frost, which could never melt again.

At noon, the execution platform.

The sun was so blazing that it seemed to burn everything. There were more than 100 people, old and young, kneeling on the stage. Even the executioners were not enough, so several batches came.

It seemed as if all the people of the capital had gathered under the stage to watch, thousands of layers in and out, blocking the road, they were pointing, talking in low voices, the noise was so loud that even the sound of their crying for revenge was inaudible. Also inaudible, was the old prime minister's sigh: "Stop yelling, the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, as long as my Zhao family has a clear conscience."

"Master, I can't let go of my child. He has been in poor health since he was a child. How can he stand a place like Tingyulou? It's better to let him go with us, as a companion under Huangquan Road." The noble lady of Yin is now unkempt, kneeling on the stage with torture in her hands, and letting others point out.

The spectators who join in the fun in the audience can't distinguish between right and wrong, as long as it's a big deal, they throw vegetable leaves and eggs at people who used to be superior, and swear obscenities, as if they can get great satisfaction.

"The Zhao family is powerful and endangers the emperor. I should have thought of this day at the beginning. Hey, I was too stupid and loyal to harm the whole family." The old prime minister shook his head and shed a stream of muddy tears.

"At noon, behead!" A sharp shout sounded, and the punishment sign fell to the ground, and the sentence of life and death was pronounced.There is no such thing as leaving people under the knife in the movie, only the blood splashed on the loess in reality.

The round, tumbling heads opened their eyes wide, and rolled down on the ground with a gurgling gurgling. The world was silent for a moment, and the scorching sun and lightning flashed and thundered, as if the sky was roaring angrily.

Among the people who joined in the fun, there was a timid hand covering his eyes. After a while, he still couldn't help being curious. He opened his fingers and peeked out to watch. The execution ground was quiet for a while, and everyone looked at the clear sky torn by lightning Then he asked in a low voice: "Is there really any grievance?"

In Tingyulou, a dozen streets away, in the firewood room, the curled-up boy closed his clear peach eyes, shed a line of tears, and said the first words in recent days: "I... ... from now on."

What mortals can't see with their naked eyes is that there are various colors floating around the boy's body, which respectively symbolize various emotions such as joy and sorrow, and the gray symbolizing sadness adds a bit of light.

Tears fell on the ground, and a gorgeous manjusawa flower grew.

Ah Qiang suddenly looked up at him, and wiped the tears all over his face with his sleeves, but more and more tears were wiped away, he nodded repeatedly, choked up and said: "Okay...okay, I won't worry if I stay with Qingshan I don’t have firewood, so I’m going to call my mother over.”

Ah Qiang tremblingly embraced the frail young man, and swore an oath: "In the future, the young master will have me, and Ah Qiang will never let the young master suffer any grievances."

After Ah Qiang left, the young man stood up against the wall. His white clothes were stained with a lot of dust because he hadn't taken care of them for many days, but even so, he couldn't hide his coldness and arrogance.

"When you come to Tingyulou, it's embarrassing to your ancestors. The coffin boards of the ancestor's grave probably won't be able to cover it. It's right to rush out and strangle me to death."

Because he hadn't spoken for many days, his voice was extremely hoarse, with a self-deprecating chuckle.

It seemed as if a soft palm stretched out from the void, attached to his face to wipe away the remaining tears for him, the young man froze for a moment, looked at the void and said: "Although I can't see you, I can feel it, you Always by my side. Who are you? Why are you always refusing to show your body?"

Like thousands of times, no one answered him, and he seemed to expect that no one would answer, so he said to himself: "You have been by my side since I was born, but now, you go, the future me, I'm no longer a noble prime minister, but a humble male prostitute, I don't want you to see me like this."

The breeze blew by, but there was still no response. The breeze lingering around him seemed to be telling someone about his persistence.

An inaudible sigh came from the void, whispering like rain: No matter what your reincarnation is, you are all created by me.

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"Tonight is the first time Mr. Hehuan has shown up. There are no empty seats in Tingyulou. Countless princes and nobles have come here just to see Hehuan's beauty. I heard that the restaurants a few miles away have been blocked. If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to grab it." It's time." A little girl in front of her dressed up in men's clothing, hurriedly pushed through the crowd and ran ahead, followed by her friend who didn't know the situation.

"Acacia? I've never heard of this name. Is it the new Qing Guan from Ting Yulou? Why is he so famous when he first arrived?"

"That's the son of the prime minister's mansion. He was raised in a deep boudoir since he was a child. I heard that he is not in good health, but the poems and articles he handed down are all first-class. I heard from the servants of the prime minister's mansion that this son looks very good. Even more beautiful than the number one beauty, Chu Xiaoxiao, the swallows in the sky were reluctant to leave after seeing his appearance, and settled down in front of his eaves."

"It turned out to be him. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. The noble son who was once protected by the prime minister turned into a place of fireworks." The friend sighed for a while, and also quickened his pace.

When they arrived at the Tingyu Building, the inside was already full and the outside was also packed. Fortunately, they snatched the second floor of a nearby restaurant with a good view.

Hearing the people around him talking about this Mr. Hehuan, the friend couldn't help asking: "Tonight is Mr. Hehuan's first appearance, or... what?" Because it was a girl's house, she said When he said this, he couldn't help but blushed, his eyes narrowed slightly, shy and timid, and spring water dangled in his eyes.

The girl disguised as a woman immediately laughed and said: "I heard that the old bustard in Ting Yulou loves this young master and won't let him do that kind of thing before he grows up. Just be with the guests."

As night falls, the surroundings become more and more lively, and some people even climb up to the eaves to watch. When the voices of people are noisy, a cluster of fireworks rises into the night, blooming bright fireworks, and listening to the light music in the rain building , The suspended stage on the second floor also gradually opened the curtain.

"It's started, it's started!" The girl hurriedly squeezed over and lay down on the railing to look out, her face excited, her heart pounding. Although she couldn't see Pan An Songyu in history, the current Acacia will definitely not be as pale as them .

All the curtains covering the scene on the second floor were pulled back, and a young man with a veil was sitting inside, holding a guqin in his hand.

Those eyes were clear and without any emotion, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, but this did not affect the waves of people shouting, the sound waves could almost pierce the sky.

Looking at the figure alone, it looks like he is only 15 years old. His thin body is straight and straight, as lonely as a pine and cypress left in the world. Just standing there makes people unable to take their eyes off.He was obviously dressed in a bright and gorgeous red dress, but he looked desolate when he was wearing it. The young man walked to the seat with his guqin in his arms, bowed his knees and bowed to everyone, and sat back on his seat. With a piece of finger, he plucked the strings lightly, making everyone's heart flutter.

The noisy neighborhood quieted down, and the quaint sound of the piano spread away. After one song, everyone didn't take back their thoughts for a long time.

He Huan's fingers rested on the trembling strings, and he said in a voice only he could hear: "This is the first time I play music in front of people. My mother always said that playing music for people is a prostitute." Do, she always taught me to straighten Avon."

The breeze lifted his loose forehead hair, like a lover's gentle caress.

"She also said that a person can't be too good-looking, mediocre is good, too stunning is a disaster, so I rarely let me see people, what I am afraid of is that I will offend the rich and powerful, and it will be difficult to do." He Huan looked at the stage with cold eyes The excited and cheering people lowered their curly long eyelashes and stretched out their hands to tear off the veil covering their face: "Now, she finally doesn't have to be afraid."

At the moment when the peerless face appeared, everyone who saw it forgot to breathe at the same time, the land of thousands of people was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and then deafening cheers erupted.

The majestic Guanhua Street is full of beauty.

The hustle and bustle of the world, the floating world, all this seems to have nothing to do with the cold young man on the stage, so because of how excited he was in the audience, his expression did not fluctuate at all. After showing up, he hugged the guqin and turned away, leaving behind a cold From the back, the ink-like long hair is raised as she walks, revealing the stunning beauty of the ancient city and the present.

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"one thousand!"

"Two thousand! I just want to see the young master!"

"Five thousand five thousand! Don't argue with me!"

He Huan sat in front of the vanity mirror and slid the jade comb to the end, her long black and glossy hair was spread on the floor like fine silk.

The little girl next to him took a sneak look at his expression, and said carefully: "Your master, what do you want to prepare? Why don't you go and find some four treasures of the study to pass the time for you?"

"No need, you go out." The voice was as pleasant as a clear spring flowing in an empty valley, as if it had the effect of washing the soul, the little girl blushed instantly, and retreated as she said.

He Huan looked at himself in the mirror and was slightly lost in thought. The candle flickered before he came back to his senses and said, "You haven't left yet?"

No one answered.

A quiet flower branch peeked out of the window, and the flying petals fell. Hehuan reached out to pick it up, and smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Mom asked me to learn how to dance with my sisters. If I dance well, I will give it to Master Jiang." I don’t want to learn how to eat fried chicken legs, but if you want to see it, I’ll learn how to dance for you to watch it alone?”

There was a faint fragrance of flowers, and the petals fell all over his body. Acacia sat against the window wall, hugging his knees, which was a gesture he always did recently.

"I have a name. My name is Zhao Linqiong, but no one will remember it in the future." The young man's figure is thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His face was always morbidly pale.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and the old bustard walked in, shaking a round fan, and quickly helped Xin Toubao up and said, "Oh, my little master, don't sit on the ground, it's better if you catch a cold. Xiaocui, Come and help your young master to dress up, I will meet several distinguished guests later."

When Xiaocui heard the call, she lowered her head and rushed in, dressed up He Huan, found a lighter dress for him to change into, and praised: "Young master looks good no matter what you wear, but Chu Xiaoxiao can only use ugly clothes in front of you." To describe it in words, being able to serve the young master is really a blessing brought by Cui'er III."

But no matter how tricked she was, He Huan never showed a smile, even if the corners of her mouth were raised, it was just a symbolic smile.

The old bustard was not annoyed either, as long as this face and figure were still there, even if it was a wooden person, it would not be a problem, and hurriedly greeted people and surrounded Hehuan to the VIP box on the third floor.

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How good-looking He Huan is, everyone who has met him said that throughout the ages, no one in this world can match one-tenth of Mr. He Huan.

The reputation spread more and more widely, and more and more people came here admiringly from far away, just to see his face, or to be satisfied after hearing a word from him, and they would never forget it for a long time, even His Royal Highness in the palace listened to him. It was rumored that it was found, which also caused many troubles.

For example, the moody Third Highness always tried every means to make He Huan laugh, and even spent a lot of money, causing people to loot him on the street, but He Huan never laughed. Today, he was annoyed and found a reason to punish him Ah Qiang, who loves brothers and sisters, threatens: "If you don't laugh all the time, then keep beating until you laugh, or until he dies."

It's ridiculous, he is the son of his enemy, how can he laugh at him?He Huan's eyelashes didn't even tremble. He looked coldly at A Qiang who was being whipped, and said, "If you whip him, I will also slap myself until you are satisfied."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and was about to swipe his face, but was stopped by His Highness the Third Highness in the middle, who gritted his teeth and glared at him, saying: "Everyone knows how this Highness treats you, you really don't know what to do!"

He Huan didn't want his face for a long time. If he really let him slap him, he probably would lose his face in a few slaps. This is absolutely unbearable for the Third Highness, so he immediately asked people to stop the whipping.

Ah Qiang broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he never said a word, and lowered his head on the ground, for fear of causing trouble to the young master again.

His Highness the Third Highness looked at him coldly, like a poisonous snake.

He Huan raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a sneer, "Everyone knows what kind of relationship you have. The Third Highness has such a noble status, so why waste time on me, a prostitute."

"Your father was corrupt and broke the law. This is the result of a thorough investigation by Dali Temple!" His Highness held his hand tightly, his fair skin turned red instantly, and the anger rising in his eyes was enough to burn everything, fiercely Pulling the person closer to his arms and imprisoning him: "When I sit on the throne, I will make you the queen, how about that?"

The two were so close, the third highness's breathing caused goosebumps on his neck, every pore in He Huan's body was expressing resistance, the peach blossom eyes that were originally emotionless became colder, and his words became more icy. Mean: "Then you can hold my ashes and dream."

No matter what, he would never believe that his honest and honest father would take money and pervert the law. He usually thought of the soldiers in the border town, but he couldn't even eat a bite of meat!

"I don't know what is good or bad!" The anger almost burned the sanity of the third highness, he recklessly tore off He Huan's clothes, stretched out his hand to desecrate the long-awaited body, ignored He Huan's struggle and asked for a light kiss, but He Huan gritted his teeth Don't give him the slightest chance.

Ah Qiang was stunned in his heart, knowing that he couldn't stop him, so he slipped out to find his mother while no one was looking.

He Huan looked at the Third Highness with cold eyes, and his voice came out from between his teeth: "If I am occupied by His Highness today, I will definitely be under someone else tomorrow. Don't His Highness think it's dirty?"

These words were like a pot of cold water pouring cold water on His Highness the Third Highness. He glared at He Huan and said angrily, "I'll see who dares!"

"Who dares? His Highness must be very clear." Several His Highnesses in the palace have the courage.

Because of being too angry, he almost lost his mind, and his words brought the third highness back to his senses. He really couldn't fall out with other highnesses because of a carnival, and become the target of public criticism.

When the bustard arrived, His Highness the Third Prince had lost interest and left with a disheveled face. Ah Qiang quickly wrapped his young master in a quilt, and he finally couldn't help crying bitterly after being whipped without frowning.

His son should be a talented scholar with a reputation in Kyushu, not a prostitute who was trapped in a hook bar.

The old bustard looked at the master and servant and sighed deeply.

After this catastrophe, He Huan, who was originally not very strong, was completely paralyzed on the hospital bed. A Qiang was busy going in and out every day to make up soup and medicinal meals for him.

The head of Tingyu Tower has always been a sick beauty. When they heard that the beauty fell ill, many people came to visit with precious medicinal materials. The old bust used excuses to say that he was afraid of infecting the distinguished guests with the disease of Acacia, and separated a screen in the room.

However, no matter how precious medicinal materials were poured into Hehuan's stomach, there was no improvement at all. The doctor shook his head after seeing it a few times and said that it was a weakness brought out of the mother's womb, which could not be cured. Thinking about it, he divided up a separate yard and sent them away.

After obtaining purification, He Huan finally had the heart to pick up the pen and ink that he hadn't touched for a long time to write poetry. At night, he put on a coat and stood in front of the window sill, seeing the cold moon framed by the small window, he picked up the pen and finally He wrote a line of poetry, but before the ink was dry, he put it on the candle and burned it again. Ah Qiang just came in and saw this scene, and said, "Young Master, why did you burn it before it came into this world? Wouldn't it be a pity? A good poem."

He Huan's expression remained unmoved, as cold as the moonlight, he said indifferently: "How can a prostitute's poem be in the elegant hall, it is only worthy of living in Goulan Liu Lane and compiling pornographic songs for people's pleasure, if this is the case, then burn it Go, lest the poems be dirty too."

So this is the reason why the young master has not written any ink?Ah Qiang lowered his head and sighed, thinking that every literati cherishes their own works extremely, but the young master destroyed them with his own hands before he even appeared in the world, what kind of feeling does he feel in his heart.

"My lord, it's time to drink the medicine. It will lose its effect when it cools down." A Qiang put a bowl of black medicinal soup in front of him, and he could smell the nauseating bitterness before he drank it.

He Huan frowned, leaned on the beauty bed and did not move, Ah Qiang had no choice but to pick up the medicinal soup, scooped up a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, coaxing him: "My lord, drink it, if you get sick like this, your body will really collapse. "

He Huan carefully noticed that his hand holding the bowl was still trembling, and the medicine soup he scooped up had spilled into the bowl several times, and he immediately sensed something was wrong, grabbed his hand and flicked his sleeve, and there were all kinds of whips all over it.

"Who did it!"

Ah Qiang looked away, and said in a secretive way: "I accidentally fell into the woodpile and scratched it. Who can hit me." He quickly withdrew his hand and covered the wound with his sleeve again.

But the bloody wounds still dangled in front of He Huan's eyes, shocking: "Do you think I'm sick and confused? Can this be made by thorns? Are you even going to lie to me now?"

Ah Qiang knelt down on the ground immediately, and even said several times that he didn't dare, but he never mentioned a word about the wound.

He Huan rubbed his painful temples, took a deep breath, and said, "Did the Third Highness do it? What did he come to see you for? You didn't agree, so he tortured you?"

Ah Qiang lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the choked voice betrayed him: "My lord, don't fall out with the third highness because of me, a villain, he is not something we can afford to offend, in a few days That's it, my lord, instead of spending my time on me, my lord should think about how to deal with it."

Changing the subject stiffly didn't stop He Huan from pursuing the question, and after a little thought, he figured out the reason: "Did the Third Highness ask you to add medicine to my medicinal soup?"

Ah Qiang swayed, and said hastily: "Young Master, don't worry, even if Ah Qiang dies, he will not betray Young Master."

He Huan rubbed his painful temples, took out a plaster to heal the wound from the cabinet, and waved his hand to let A Qiang go out. He felt very tired at this moment, the kind of exhaustion that came from the heart.

Ah Qiang glanced at him worriedly, and reminded: "My lord, remember to drink the medicine while it's hot." He cleaned up the debris on the floor before closing the door and going out, staring at the box of ointment in his hand in a daze.

Through a door, He Huan leaned tiredly on the beauty couch, also looking at the steaming medicinal soup in a daze, until the heat dissipated, he changed his clothes and lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

On the last night when she was 17 years old, the procuress remembered that there was still a sick beauty living in her building, so she asked the guests to bid for the first night of Hehuan.

The bidding this night was even more frenzied than when Chu Xiaoxiao sold her body. Everyone spared no expense to give away thousands of dollars to taste the beauty. Won the worth of His Highness the Third.

The final transaction amount was enough to buy several cities.

The old bustard smiled from ear to ear, and led the high-spirited Third Highness to the attic of Hehuan. The rich fragrance of flowers mixed with the bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine, and the sound of mournful cries came from the room.

The old bustard felt a lump in his heart, and suddenly pushed the door open, and saw the young man in white lying motionless on the beauty's couch, with a deep knife wound on his neck, bleeding profusely all over the floor.

Since ancient times, the fate of beauties has been unlucky, and such an alluring beauty can't escape the arrangement of fate. On the last day of her 17th year, she just died.

That night, there was a torrential downpour in the sky, and Fanghua was bullied all over the garden. The courtyard was bleak and desolate. It rained continuously for three months, almost submerging the imperial city, as if mourning for a peerless person who passed away here , it was rumored that the heavens were weeping for him.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, several dynasties have changed, and the once prosperous capital has become a small county that no one knows about, called hometown.

Similarly, Tingyu Building, which is famous in the capital, has also changed owners for several generations, and has been completely renovated and transformed into Hongxing Building today.

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That's right, it's the Tingyu Tower that's been on fire recently. The storyline doesn't matter, just borrow a name, and the stupid author doesn't bother to think of a name.

I am so addicted to writing side stories, I don’t even want to write the main text hahaha.

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Many things were deciphered through the episode, such as Su Jin's emotions. At the beginning, he had no joy, anger, sorrow or joy. After going through countless reincarnations, he learned all kinds of emotions.

And Yan Xilin has been looking for a way to avoid the curse so that he can become an ordinary person, have a healthy body, be safe and free from disasters, and live to old age and death. This is the end of the final story.