I have thought about it many times with my IQ of 123. If I had known that so many unexpected things would happen in the future that almost killed me, on that late autumn night, would I still have entered the ancient ancestral hall filled with the tablets of the gods and met that good-looking man named Anan.
The answer is of course.
This is not out of a preference for beauty, although Anan's appearance is extremely lethal to both men and women. I have witnessed this countless times since he moved from the ancestral hall to my house. I think it is more about my curiosity about another world that people are afraid of, and my unconditional belief in the word "destiny" with both hands.
What's yours can never escape.
Just like the stories Anan told me, who lived and who died, who was happy and who was lonely, were written by a pair of big hands in a book called "Destiny" early in the morning.
By the way, my name is Wei Shengliang, you can call me Wei Sheng. If you want to hear these weird stories about monsters and monsters, let's talk while eating at Chengxi Liji Pork Ribs Restaurant at ten o'clock in the evening.