Listening to the footsteps outside the door slowly moving away, the people inside the door kept looking down at the reflection on the ground, and under the candlelight, the head of the black shadow was a head without half a strand of hair.

The six roots are pure and do not mess with the world.

After looking at the head seriously for a long time, and after turning the beads in his hand several times, he exhaled heavily and laughed lowly.

The girl who said downstairs that she would eventually come out if she didn't die, sure enough, God did not live up to her efforts.

Now that she is the noble county lord, the wife of others, and the mother of the child again, she will live a smooth life, peace and joy.

"Okay...... You deserve to be treated gently by life......"

"Amitabha, Amitabha...

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