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The more he thought about it, the more devastated he was. He did not expect that he would be integrated into the ancient legends of the primeval world in such a way.
Day after day.
He waited alone for the two to come and mock him, but no one came.
This morning.
He was locked up in the mountains, so he couldn't help but sing loudly and rhythmically, like a fast track.
the heavenly map and the Emperor fought for God. The Emperor feared his might, so he cut off his head and buried him in the mountains of Changyang. He made soup with his hands and made porridge with his legs. He waved his kitchen knife from time to time to prevent his undying body from escaping ...
Huala!
A loud and clear voice resounded through the mountains and rivers.
At this time, a woodcutter in the mortal world heard the song and couldn't help but come over.
