Remember a story. Maybe it can't be called a story, because it is as plain as a frozen lake. Even if the protagonist of the memory has long been blurred, it has been secretly spread thousands of times in the sky. The gods have no desire to be bored because they live longer with the heaven and earth than the demons, and their narration of events is also ruthless and emotionless. Several lives and tribulations, but only a moment to the people next to me.
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