The salted fish princess teaches people how to be a man online
Mu Xingran was originally a rain master in the 21st century. She had accidentally traveled back to 3,000 years ago and descended to the mortal world to experience the tribulation, becoming the imperial concubine of the Red Flame Kingdom.
However, she did not expect that after three years of marriage, the man she once loved deeply would rob her entire family and kill her entire family!
Mu Xingran was filled with grief and anger. On the day of the execution, her mana went berserk and opened the door to the underworld. The demons took advantage of the chaos to escape, and the human world was in chaos.
Time and space were greatly distorted, and she returned to two years ago.
Mu Xingran's originally leisurely life as an imperial concubine had undergone earth-shaking changes.
She picked up the talisman, broke the ghost formation, controlled the spirit beast, and collected the hundred demons. Then, on a quiet night, she left a letter and escaped.
Jun Yuyan looked at the letter in his hand and his eyes were filled with ferocity. He gritted his teeth and said," Mu Xingran, without my permission, you won't be able to escape!"
"Do you know how many years I've been looking for you?"
"What do you owe me? Come back!"
Mu Xingran, who had been caught, glared at the man in front of her in disbelief after learning his identity.
This was a story of a reunion after a long separation and a reconciliation.
There was no such thing as fate. Everything was something I couldn't forget.
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