There was a flash of thunder, and a generation of demon kings passed away. From then on, everything in the world will be at peace, and the fairyland will be peaceful for a hundred years.
A hundred years later, Huayin Fairy Mountain and the Wizard of Oz were remembered as covered with red lotuses, and the girl smiled sweetly, living indifferently among thousands of red lotuses.
"Hu'er, Hu'er, if you grow up, my teacher will marry you, okay?"
The promise once flashed and was unforgettable
The girl held a red lotus, raised her arms slightly, and scattered the broken flowers on the ground. Everything in the past followed the petals, fell into mud and was crushed into dust...
Looking back on the past, it is miserable and miserable. Looking at the present, we need to behave calmly.