The blind man, who could predict the world's events but could not predict his own destiny, kept his name anonymous in order to protect the sacred object that could command the demonic cult.
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He was silent for a long time, the sea breeze blew slowly, and the sound of rolling waves at the bottom of the cliff could be heard in his ears. In front of the vast sea of heaven and earth, human beings are so humble and insignificant. He turned his head, stared at Dugu Yingyou with blank eyes, and said, "Don't take the 'Canghai Scroll'."
Dugu Ying was stunned for a moment, and she suddenly felt those blank eyes looking straight into her heart. For a moment, she felt that she was really not a saint, not a witch that everyone in the world had heard of, but just an ugly flower girl in a small town by the sea. What's wrong with such ordinary days?
She smiled suddenly, and the moonlight shone on her face, covering up all the scars and making it transparent and clear. That smile was a little sad. She turned her head, looked at Feng Shui, and asked, "Are you really blind?"
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