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She couldn't help but utter a line of poetry: The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke... However, a white light flashed through her mind when she wanted to speak the next line, but she couldn't.
Oh no, what's going on?
Lin Muliu was extremely depressed. She wanted to continue to shine the sun on the incense burner, producing purple smoke. However, she felt as if there was a sharp blade stuck in her throat, making her throat hurt.
Ah, so Lin Muliu's crying became more and more obvious.
Liu Anran lowered his head and saw his daughter crying heart-wrenchingly.
"Liuliu. What's wrong with you? Liuliu." But Lin Muliu could no longer speak and just kept crying, which made Old Mrs. Lin feel even more distressed.
"My granddaughter Fubao, my granddaughter Fairy, what's wrong with you? Oh God. Oh God, please save him, please save her. Don't you love him the most?"
Old Mrs. Lin once dreamed of her granddaughter, who was a natural and blessed treasure, fair and tender.
And she is also God's own daughter.
Seeing Lin Muliu like this, Old Lady Lin felt extremely distressed. She cried out to God, but she cried out many times and God just didn't answer her. The God she trusted the most in the past ignored her at this moment.
Old Mrs. Lin felt like dying. Lin Muliu was crying. She cried for a long time before she gradually stopped crying. All the crows left.
Lin Muliu could sense that he could no longer summon crows.
No way, she is a genius from the future, how could that be possible?
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