Qingye, a famous poor man in Chenghua City, dreams of buying a bottle of medicine for spiny tailworms without discounts. Until he pulled out a vine snake covered in blood with strange dark green wounds from the stinking garbage pile, and half a dead leaf as black as a blood vessel. Many years later, I stood on the ruins of the King of Heaven, with the seeds of annihilation entwined under my feet - it came from the garbage dump where we met.
Reader comments
It's tasteless to eat, it's a pity to throw it away
It's tasteless to eat, it's a pity to throw it away
Good writing\good luck