Magic Bamboo

He - Luo Qinghan, is the highest immortal. She - White Bamboo, the aura of heaven and earth. He——Yan Bin, the Demon Lord of Six Realms. And he - Bai Lin, the God of Qingqiu. Thunder is rolling and black clouds are gathering. For the sake of that demon and god, she endured the catastrophe that could destroy the six realms! Even if he is a god, there is nothing he can do to save it! ..... Five hundred years of being together day and night, but no match for the glory of a lifetime? ———————————————————————————————————————————— Luo Qinghan: Thousands of thoughts cannot be traced back, but we have known each other in a fleeting thought. Has he ever seen her? Previous life? This life? Or in a dream? Yan Bin: Little white pig~~Why are you angry? My name is Bai Zhu (Baizhu). I just add a small character in front of it to show my intimacy~ Hahaha.... ..... Bai Lin: Baizhu! Who gave you this miserable life? ……… Bai Lin: Who has protected you from the catastrophes you have endured all these years? ……… Bai Lin: Who trained you in your cultivation? ……… Bai Lin: Who is stalking that ancient beast you mentioned? ……… Bai Lin: Who did you steal the Nuwa Stone you are stealing now for? ! ... Bai Lin: You actually... You actually... Bai Zhu: ... Big! ! ! Bai Lin: ..... Haha! A massacre, sleeping for a hundred years, everything has changed and people have changed... ————————————————————————————————————————— The soul is gone, but the heart is not dead. Death is just to let go of everything and choose again... Five hundred years of spring and autumn ties gone No more the thrill of first meeting No more intimacy with laughter, anger and scolding No more dusty memories of past lives Have they ever stopped fighting with her? Who can be who's happy? It's just that there will always be people who use misfortune to interpret happiness... ========================================================================================== Um... I dug my own hole and jumped. Dear friends who are willing to come in and see our cellar, please come and encourage me~~~And dear friends, the ancients said: When geese pass by, they leave their voices, and when people pass by, they leave their names~~.... I originally wanted to insert my pen backwards and write a key chapter at the beginning... Cough cough cough - -, well, I almost inserted my own eyes. So I'll just be honest and follow the correct sequence... The correct sequence... Ahem... The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life.