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... nife, and the imperial city is like a knife.

The palace is indifferent, and the royal family is also indifferent.

The Son of Heaven is ruthless, and the courtiers have no tears!

Hanmei side, Xiaofeng residual moon, no one sleeps tonight!

Where is this nightmare?

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The Hanmei outside the Guangxin Palace has grown white buds, but they have not taken the warmth of the Guangxin Palace.

The white weft yarn swayed back and forth with t ...

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Jiang Mo who was inexplicably bound: “…”
Jiang Mo, who had just received the memory of the white tiger inheritance: How tiring is it to cut monsters, and the cultivation base of the gods and beasts increases even when they sleep. It’s not as good as this, the foundation building once, the golden elixir twice, and the Nascent Soul three times all depend on dreams!
System: … Is there such a good thing? I’m afraid it’s not really a dream, is it? ! So how long are you going to sleep?
Jiang Mo: Ten years and eight years are not too short, and a hundred years and a thousand years are not too long.
System: Unable to unbind, I choose to shut down 🙂
However, Jiang Mo couldn’t sleep for hundreds of thousands of years after all, because she, who is the ultimate face control, soon met a stunning beauty…
Who is willing to ignore a kitten lying down on the porcelain?

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1. High-cold plush control master sister VS salted fish rise up little white tiger
2. The author has never practiced truth, so he doesn’t know what true cultivation is like.

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