"Qingdu, am I saying more is useless?" Looking into his eyes, I didn't expect to see anything.
After three years of separation, this place has become more than just a famine. Droughts, famines, cannibalism, and plagues have come one after another. The unfavorable nature of heaven has made the killings here more and more serious, and the resentment has penetrated three feet into the ground. Qingdu has always been here. It is not easy to stay alive. I am afraid that I have done a lot of things that are harmful to the heaven and earth. It is useless to save him.
"You don't even want to explain. Okay, very good." He shook his head and said yes. His dry hair could no longer maintain a chic curve. It was desolate, infinitely desolate.
I know that he stayed here to wait for me, but since I became a saint, I have understood that the natural principles of this world are nowhere to be found, because there are too many unclear things entangled in the world, and there is no right or wrong, and heaven and earth are stupid. No matter how much I thank him, I can't do anything. A life of misery is already my destiny, and being sent to hell is also my destiny.