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"How do you know this?" asked the daughter of the moon god, looking at the beautiful girl, a little alarmed.

"Oh, that's what I saw, I was lying in my father's arms, and then you jumped off...... said the mysterious beautiful girl, with her teeth sharp.

"Who, who, who, who jumped?" the daughter of the moon god stammered suddenly, and for some reason, her nervously handsome little face turned red at once......

"Hehe, what happened when you were a child, you still want to deny it!" Just listen to the mysterious beautiful girl who is articulate, she takes advantage of the victory to pursue, and the words are connected......

"That was when I was a little old, I was sent to an orphanage since I was a child......" Luna's daughter almost broke down, her words suddenly turning into arguments and then fierce......

"When you were eight months old, when you were 1 year and 3 months old, and you could walk, you ran away from home alone while your parents were away---- and you were ......" I heard the miraculous little girl look at her with angry eyes......

"Woo----" The daughter of the moon god burst into tears.

"What's the situation? An eight-month-old baby jumps out of bed to find his mother! Running away from home at ---- age of 1 year and 3 months is simply nothing to do, spreading rumors!" The daughter of the moon god was indeed angry, because she couldn't accept that she jumped out of bed to find her mother---- Oh, what an independent thing!

She couldn't accept it either, and the other party said that she was 1 year old and ran away from home!

But she soon calmed down.........

Who is the daughter of the moon god---- she is a god!

When the daughter of the moon god realized that she was embarrassed and ashamed, she immediately reflected on the emotions she carried: whether she belonged to humans or gods.

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"Do what works for you!" her mom always encouraged her. For as long as she can remember, she has been very independent and hates being limited by anything......

Suddenly I looked up: the magical beautiful girl, staring at her in a daze, with an almost gentle emotion in her eyes......

"Why does she look at me with those eyes?" The daughter of the moon god, she always felt that the magical little girl, there was something wrong with her background, she knew that she still had a lot of things.

And, she was really protecting herself.

The daughter of the moon god did not feel terrible, but felt kind. Emotionally, the two of them are very close......

"Whose father?" asked the daughter of the moon god again.

"Our father!" replied the beautiful girl clearly, and her words sounded like a sister's reunion.

"Our father?" asked the daughter of the moon god, frowning. In her memory, Luna's daughter was only her mother---- and, if she didn't get it right, she was two mothers, but she didn't have any memory of her father. Therefore, when the little girl said "our father", she couldn't help but widen her eyes...... "Oh, maybe I really have a biological father...... thinking about it, and the daughter of the moon god fell into a long contemplation.

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Yes, 11 years ago: I lived in a soft **---- and later, my mom was moved to the best hospital in the city.

A cold scalpel took her out of her mother's **......

After that, she cried "Wow!~Wow!~......

"You succeeded in persecuting the other party, and you failed in using the other party!" a mysterious woman's voice sounded.

"You say me?" Hearing the mysterious woman's words, Liu Ju pointed his finger and pointed at himself, questioning.

Who would admit that he was there when he was doing a dirty bag and raising, a man who had a disgraceful career like that?

Liu Ju also has the same reason, no matter what: he wants to be unaware.

"Your poetry manuscript has been withheld?" said the mysterious young woman, who turned to another strange woman who had been silent.

"Oh, I don't think that he is killing my personal development, and he can't hold my manuscript---- I will make a special commemoration of the persecuted and exploited poetry manuscripts! The woman, accustomed to silence, said softly.

"I heard that the old chicken is not an ordinary chicken, and there are not a few men who ---- bribe by her physical sex alone, and they will come out at the right time and make your enemies!" the young woman reminded the strange woman.

"No matter how many prostitutes she has, they don't dare to do it openly, this is their weakness.

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"Those who have a bad conscience will suffer the retribution they deserve! I believe that good will be rewarded and evil will be rewarded---- not that they will not be rewarded, but that they have not arrived!" said the strange woman, raising her high face.

"Aren't you afraid that her prostitute will be furious?" said the young mysterious woman.

"Whichever prostitute is angry, which prostitute will suffer from heat stroke!" said the strange woman lightly.

"I have succeeded in persecution! I have succeeded in exploitation! Look at that innocent creator, how hard he works every day, and how can we accept the use of us husband and wife---- how can we admit those rickety and dirty relationships?" said the editor of the poetry magazine, Liu Ju, who spoke with a distorted face and fingers still twitching due to the painful transition......

"You're really home---- you went to assassinate an innocent person for a prostitute!" The mysterious young woman floated in front of Liu Ju. Looking into his eyes, her gaze was not angry, but very powerful.

Oh, the power at this time is not the power of the husband and wife that the prostitute and Yin He hooked up, ----!

"Hehe, there are many women who can write poetry, just one publishes it, you can occupy the other party's body and mind, haha, the editor of the poetry magazine is fat, otherwise who will do it?" The editor named Liu Ju still insisted on his opinion. (To be continued.) )