The embrace that transmigrated for a thousand years
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The library Pavilion was huge.
The third floor was filled with books.
Her nose was filled with the fragrance of brush and ink, as well as the thick scent of sandalwood.
Lulu quickly walked up to the young monk.
He directly jumped over the little Shami and walked towards the window on the left.
"Hey, young benefactor, how did you know that the wordless heavenly book was here?" The little Shami was still a little surprised, but when he saw the little girl who was still smiling just now, she was now pulling a long face, and her expression was extremely ugly.
He shut his mouth and did not say anything more.
He was only three steps away from Lulu.
He watched as she moved a small stool over, stepped on it, and accurately pulled out the wordless book hidden among the bookshelves.
The little Shami couldn't help but recall his master's words:Those who were truly fated would receive guidance. As long as it appeared, it would find it.