[Sister control + pretense and slap in the face + Western mythology + cool writing + light and funny]
On the night road dominated by one person, among the ferocious steel walls, the front end of emotional exchange, technology and immortality, magic and rules run into each other.
The surging Abyss Succubus Paladin.
A glacier elf dancer dancing alone.
The hurricane murloc gunner who sings deep in the sea.
A researcher with two souls who sings passionately.
They all appear one by one on this never-ending night road.
Here, there are abyss and sea, steam and golden elixir, poetry and rain, time and space and sword.
Strength justifies the means, or the end justifies the means.
Praise in my heart, ridicule in my heart.
Despised in front of others, approved by others behind the scenes.
Night is the front station of dawn.
Whenever the dark night comes, the cicadas are chirping, the frogs are chirping, and the clear stars are brightening the night sky. When you walk into a lonely and deserted road, are you in front of or behind you? Are you looking at the true human heart?
My friend, everything in this world is about gaining enough emotional value.
Power simply puts the cart before the horse.
