Many years later, I began to hold my grandson on my knees like my grandfather did back then, and reminisce about the noisy past events that faded away in my memory. Starting from the Lu Palace, walking through forests and snow-capped mountains, ups and downs, and a life of nine deaths, but in the end, no matter how much the younger generation asked, I couldn't come up with an ending. I can no longer remember many of the details. Over the past few decades, things have changed a lot. The only thing that has always been with me is a few old notebooks. The paper has turned yellow and brittle. I used to flip through it casually, but I always got choked up by a name. After a while, I no longer touched it. I smiled bitterly in my heart and said it was just a quiet time. It's just that it didn't work out, but every time I was free, those black eyes would jump into my mind without any warning, cold and bright, and they had not been covered in dust for decades. At this age, I can no longer say whether I love or not love. Looking back on my youthful complex, I actually feel a bit confused. The stubbornness has been washed away by the years, and I no longer blame you for owing me an ending, I only blame myself for owing you a thank you. Thank you for saving me from danger countless times, thank you for cutting off my lifelong obsession, and thank you for giving me Wu Xie a stable life.
Nothing to repay. I wish we could forget each other in this life and never see each other again in the next life.
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I read a lot of articles with different writing styles, making them both funny and funny.
Try to keep the original style, probably clear water. Because I knew I couldn't grasp the huge mystery, I set the background after the return of Yunding Heavenly Palace.
Tucao is welcome. The writing and plot are immature, please give me some advice.
Welcome Overlord.