My gentle tyrant (1)_1

[ welcome to the 20th world. ]

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In the night sky, the twilight had yet to fall. The dark clouds were wrapped in a thin Crimson glow, like a faint ink ball, gradually soaking the Xuan paper.

The Rays of the setting sun shone through the window and onto the delicate face of the young girl by the window.

The girl was expressionless, and her eyes were like those of a dead fish ... No, her peach-shaped eyes were staring into the distance in a daze. She was obviously in a daze, and her expression was one of despair.

The dazed young lady was none other than Fu Shang.

It was so boring. She really wanted to go out and play. She was about to grow mushrooms ...

Fu Shang had been in this world for three months, but the plot had not moved at all.

In the memories she received.