The bright moon, the cool breeze, the drunken fireflies
This person had a slender figure and a handsome face. His eyes were extremely heroic, and his white clothes and hair were unforgettable.
He was Baili Chongyuan's eldest son, Baili Liuying's senior brother, Baili Haoqing.
The eldest disciple of Jinyun Mountain, a rare talent that the sect had high hopes for.
"Ying 'er, are you feeling unwell? Tell daddy."
Baili Chongyuan was a little worried as he looked at his daughter.
This daughter of his, no matter how bad she was, was still the flesh and blood of his heart. He could not lose her.
"Father…"
Baili Liuying's mind was in a mess as she cried out in a daze. This cry made Baili Chongyuan extremely happy.
"Ying 'er, look at your mother!"
Xiao Ruoyi came forward with tears streaming down her face, but after waiting for a while, Baili Liuying still did not speak. Instead, she heard her mumble,
"Who…are you…"
This sentence shocked everyone present, including Baili Haoqing, who had been calm all this while.
Did this devil incarnate sister of his lose her memory?
The soul of a newbie from the modern era had transmigrated. He didn't know martial arts, so he had his senior brother to take care of him. He would collapse in one cup, and his senior brother would take care of him. However, on the night of their wedding night, would his senior brother also come?
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Today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups... So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing. Philip K. Dick