Flood

"In the Age of Ending Dharma, immortals and gods will make changes, all ways will not be revealed, all heavens will fall, and hundreds of tribes will perish... However, the great road is fifty, its derivatives are forty-nine, and one escapes. There is God's will in the dark, and there must be a glimmer of hope in the clear sky. " "Old man, you may not be able to find the Dunyi one, but this stewed chicken will be gone if you don't eat it!" "Hey, hey, hey! Old man, when I am sensational, can you give me some serious feedback?" "Farewell, that thing takes a lot of brains. You can't even make up for it with ten or eight stewed chickens." "Hey, you little bastard..." "Calm down... Calm down, you have eaten well and gone to bed. Don't talk about escape in your dreams, there are even avenues!" "Get out!" "ε=(´ο｀*)))Oh, okay!"