Fantazma died, and his wandering soul accidentally came into contact with the collection of resentments.
After merging with the collective of resentments, Fantazma became a special resentment and successfully attracted the attention of the world's consciousness.
He made a deal with Fantazma. She constructed a body for him so that he could avoid dissipation and be resurrected temporarily. He helped him work and accumulated virtues at the same time.
The world consciousness promised him that when his resentment dissipated and his virtues were accumulated enough, He would completely hand over this body to him and allow him to truly be resurrected.
So Fantazma embarked on the road of no return for 007.
On a daily basis, he calms down chaos, prevents evil, and saves civilians. When accidents happen, he also beats super villains and protects superheroes who don't take their own safety seriously (oh, well, beating super villains is his personal behavior, not part of his job).
The gray-haired and blue-eyed little Shota smiled sweetly, and in the next second he carried an Odachi sword that was taller than him and chopped down a deformed species with a single jump.
The thin young man with hair that gradually changes from green to black is charming and flamboyant, and the fiery red maple leaves sway with his movements.
The heterochromatic pupils were looming under the cover of hair, and the purple-black thorns and vines entangled quietly, forcing the enemy to go no further.
This world is complex and dangerous. Fantazma cannot usher in true death before resurrection, nor can she give sinners the ending they deserve.
The ghost is also hesitant, at a loss, and confused. Fortunately, he is not walking alone.
No cp, good luck sneaking.
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The title of the book is tentative. No cp, good luck sneaking. Ma Jiawen, the shell is a wonderful sword to pay for the mourning god (?)
A work of imagination, I dreamed about it the night before I started this article and I thought it was very interesting ()~
Write down whatever comes to mind, welcome to discuss and show off to the cook.
Intention: In the endless night, there will eventually be a beam of light that shines through the chest.