July is full of fire, and the fire is in full swing.
Xunxun in white, I stood on the top of the mountain, looking back at the group of men in black behind me, and smiled lightly: "Minghuo, you can't keep me."
Behind him, the man's face was cold, and his dark clothes were swaying in the wind. His voice was cold: "If you put in your efforts, you will live forever."
"Okay." I raised my pale hand, and the green leaves between my fingers glowed coldly in the sun. "Minghuo," I said, "This is the last time I will spare you." I raised my hand, and the green willow leaves contained huge power and flew behind Minghuo. In a moment, a large group of men in black fell to the ground, and wisps of blood overflowed from their brows, which was strange and evil.
I turned around and said calmly: "Ming Huo, if we meet again one day, you will be no different from them."
After finishing speaking, he jumped off the cliff.
My name is Ji Yuange.
I am immortal and no one can kill me. Including myself.
I am ageless and will always remain eighteen years old.
Therefore, I am immortal. I have lived three hundred and eighteen years.
I'm numb and can't feel any pain. Even if my flesh and blood are cut out, I will not bleed.
Everyone in the world thought I had the elixir of immortality, so they hunted me day and night. However, none of them succeeded.
And Minghuo was once my best brother.
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