The Fantasy Journey of Psychological Control

The blond hair is blowing arrogantly in the wind, the smile on the lips brings the music of death, and the big white bird flying out of the cage stands as the spokesperson of God of this era. No one can compare, no one can resist, no one can favor him, with a snap of his fingers and a wave of his hands, he can create a puppet that cannot handle the world, create eyes of fear, and sublimate centuries and years. My feet were locked by Manzhushahua, and I was dragged into the iron cage of imprisonment by the blood-red curse. I gave up everything, forgot myself, and enjoyed the fragrance alone in the ivory white tower. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.