Take Senior Brother into the bag
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Everyone said that the eldest son of the Wanqi family was an immortal, but who would have thought that he would like a little beggar? Not only did he carry her on his back, but he also spoke ill of everyone in a serious manner.
"Are they calling Chun 'er stupid?"
"Chun 'er isn't stupid. They're the ones who are stupid. They're jealous of the candied haws in Chun' er's hands."
Senior Brother, are they suspecting that Chun 'er used some underhanded methods?"
"No way. Chun 'er is the kindest and most pleasant person. They're just jealous of Chun' er's ability."
"Young Sect Master, no matter how powerful and powerful you are, you can't treat us as deaf! We're still here!"
"Oh, I'm really sorry. So you're still here."
It turned out that in this person's eyes, other than that ancestor, he couldn't see anyone else…
Wanqi Chun had been reborn with despair and hatred. He had originally wanted to rope in some forces to improve himself and then take revenge.
However, who knew that after her rebirth, things gradually deviated from the track of her memories, and her own background could no longer be confusing.
The dream of chatting with the deceased ancestors, the heart demon that had disappeared thousands of years ago but was entangled with him, the treacherous turmoil in the mortal court...
Everything made Wanqi Chun's heart float. She was easily gullible, and her mind would always waver, but there was only one thing that she was unwavering about.
That was the senior brother who had rescued her from the dark swamp, pampered her, indulged her, pitied her, and loved her, as gentle as a banished immortal.
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