Someone once told me that if a thousand years of wine is spilled, you can refill it with a new glass. If a thousand years of love is tired, there will be no do-over.
Just like a person who has been exposed to nectar for a long time, he can no longer tell whether the wine in his hand is wine or a glass of poured poison. When I stepped out of the Grave Valley, everything behind me began to recover from the beginning. Whether it was Ye Tao, Cang Huang, or the words that had not been spoken for thousands of years, they were all cut off in the middle of time, leaving me in a dilemma.
When the Cang Emperor fell into reincarnation and the flower demon disappeared, the legendary Tomb Valley was the place where all the world's treasures were buried. The women there were all women who had devoted their whole lives to become canaries for only one person, and the kings who once dominated the world could only sleep in silence in the Tomb Valley.
Tsukadani, time never begins, tragedy never ends.
Zhonggu belongs to the flower demon Suhe, and all the flowers in the world belong to her.
But who is she.
I have no idea.
The gears of the thousand-year cycle of reincarnation began to move, and I became the one who was forced to be involved in the dispute and was the beginning of all the chaos.
[= = After I finish telling this story, I will revise it again. This thing is too complicated. I wrote it when I was in the second grade of junior high school - it would be a bit troublesome to revise it]
[Please forgive me for being as slow as a cow and in my third year of high school]