The Emperor of Ten Thousand Feathers lived in the ninth life of Fei, and the green bamboos were robbed, and he finally became Yan Huang.
After all the dust and sighs, who is chanting the mottled present?
Destiny is entangled, delusion is destroyed, reincarnation is reincarnated, and struggle turns.
Looking back and looking at it indifferently, or drinking wine with a smile and sinking into the altar, it is not as green as the green bamboos in the West Mountain.
——"Book of History·Zhu Xuan Volume"
Well, we are very lazy. This is my first time writing an article. The copywriting is amazing, so I just write it casually. All in all, it's a long, messy, sad and joyful half-immortal and half-mortal story. The first time I wrote an article, I started to draw some inspiration from "Three Thousand Crows". Later, the more I wrote, the more biased I became. Thirty thousand became fifty thousand and I am heading towards one hundred thousand... Oh, by the way, this is just the beginning. . .
By the way, the updates in the third year of high school are unstable. Try to update them once a week. It should be normal after four months...