My name is ’Qimu Liuli.’ This is not my original name. However, the past will eventually dissipate in this world, so why should I hold on to the past and not let it go? It will only bring me dust...
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I was already two years old in Muye’s thirty-ninth year. I could already run around in the yard and express my thoughts in a childish voice. I had also adapted to my current life. However, every time I thought of my parents in my previous life, I would feel dejected. The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop. The child wanted to raise but the parents did not wait. He hadn’t fulfilled his duty as a son to be filial to his parents, but he had been transported to this cruel ninja world without a reason. Surviving was a difficult topic. Wasn’t the so-called protagonist’s halo because he had succeeded and became the protagonist? However, this was not the worst. The worst thing was that he had been reborn into the Qimu clan...