On the day he sacrificed his soul, his father's blood dyed the altar red: "My child, the beast world cannot accommodate you, so go to the end of the world and learn to survive."
Ten years later, I came back with the power of space and wood, and saw the dark and fat body in the mirror, and the hypocritical smile of my "kind" second uncle.
The tribe's rules for expelling waste are just right. I activated the apocalyptic armor with my backhand and showed in public what crushing meant.
"I heard that the four continents of east, west, south, north and south are very dangerous?" I chuckled, "It just so happens that my plant army doesn't have anywhere to run wild."
No cp, growth flow, strong women, cool writing, please feel free to eat ~
