"What a song, I am so happy today!"

"Mother-in-law makes fun of the song. ”

"Wherever there is, as long as we sing and rejoice. ”

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"Mother-in-law, I didn't come back for dinner today, and the roasted chicken thighs are cold and there is no one in sight. I don't know where this little naughty one is playing. The eagle didn't find it either!"

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It was dark, and the night was frosty.

The mother-in-law paced in front of the gate of the City of Ten Thousand Illusions for a long time, but she still did not see the figure of the singer.

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"Mother-in-law, where did the song go?" Qianqian.

The tribesmen have not seen this song for more than 20 days.

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"No trace. The demon spirit butterfly whispered to her mother-in-law.

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A few days later.

"No trace. The demon spirit butterfly whispered to her mother-in-law.

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A few days later.

"Mother-in-law, please see. The demon spirit butterfly whispered to her mother-in-law, and put a long hair like a silver thread in her mother-in-law's palm.

"This ...... It's the ...... of the song."

The mother-in-law couldn't wait any longer.

On crutches, he paced in front of the demon well, and threw his hair into it with a spell.

Well. His dagger stabbed into the heart of the song, and the gurgling blue blood flowed out, staining the well water a sad blue.

This is the last memory attached to the hair of the song, and the mother-in-law shed tears in the well, drop by drop-

The calamity that belongs to you, is it coming, the song?

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The mother-in-law is still waiting in front of the gate of the city of illusions day and night, as if waiting like this, the song will miraculously jump and return to the city happily.

Splendid and sorry for not taking good care of your child......

- The mother-in-law raised her head, and old tears slipped down the folds of wrinkles. It seems to be carved a little deeper.

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Two hundred years later. The song is reincarnated and reborn in the altar of the herdsman.

The gears of fate turn and turn every 200 years.

No matter how the mother-in-law looks at the song, it is impossible to avoid the song falling in love with him again and falling into reincarnation again.

- Is this your fate, song?

Four hundred years have passed......

600 years ......

1,800 years......

Every 200 years, my mother-in-law is heartbroken.

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When, two thousand two hundred years have come.

"Mother-in-law, no!"

"Why not?" the mother-in-law had decided.

"Using the Time Mirror to help the dead demon clan recall their memories will be cursed by the demon clan's first god! Not only will the follow-up life span not exceed a hundred years, but the soul will be scattered after death, and it will never enter reincarnation again!!" Qianqian weakly begged her mother-in-law not to do this.

The mother-in-law turned around. Leaving Qianqian alone, she said to herself: "Is there really no other way......

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