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... eshed, nodded his head like garlic, and said like a pug, "Yes, yes, auntie, you are my own aunt, you see, we are so familiar, can you sell me calligraphy and painting? As long as you offer a price , I can do it!"

   Actually, Qin Xi had no intention of selling calligraphy and painting to others. She just wants to develop her own career, but she knows that once her career improves, troubles will follow.

  The reason why she rescued Deng Xinhe was because he was interested in his fam ...

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This novel is also known as Gu Daoist Master

Humans are clever in tens of thousands of ways, Gu are the true refined essences of Heaven and Earth.

The Three Temples are unrighteous, the demon is reborn.

Former days are but an old dream, an identical name is made anew.

A story of a time traveler who keeps on being reborn.

A unique world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu.

The Spring and Autumn Cicada, the Venomous Moonlight Gu, the Wine Insect, All-Encompassing Golden Light Insect, Slender Black Hair Gu, Gu of Hope…

And a great demon of the world that does exactly as his heart pleases!

*Gu (蛊) referred to poisonous insects in various cultures in South China while in folklore Gu spirits could transform into all kinds of species.

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