[Confusing version]
Countless bizarre dreams are connected in series, forming a scene of towering black towers, gray haze.
"I just vaguely feel that this is nothing to make a fuss about. Even if aliens come to the earth, it seems to be like this."
She counted softly: "Ancient times, old calendar years, unnatural times, hollow times, new calendar years."
"We humans have gone through so many turbulent years, and even now I feel shocked and awe-the sages struggled to the death in the wilderness of the times, and exchanged their lives for a glimmer of life."
"It's really undeserved to lose in our hands" He Buqi thought.
Every dream reveals the past. I dreamed of the Black Tower, and it really appeared out of thin air.
I dreamed that I was the only one alive, returning to history alone in the black tower, numbly tracing back the memories of the world, and finally sleeping with the broken world.
So I can't stop, the god of death is riding his horse and whipping his whip, I have to run with all my strength, I have to use all my remaining strength to sound the alarm, I have to... Travel in all directions, to spend the years.
Tulan's blood flows through, and those who resist the captors are ready to attack.
Purpose: Teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish
