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Click below for the first part: [ One breath lasts for a hundred years, and it will drift forever. The breeze blew his snow-white hair, blowing the flower branches above his head, and falling like rain. Almost instantly, his hair and body were covered with velvet flowers as soft as fine snow. But he was completely unaware and didn't even tremble. There is probably no one or anything in this world that can move him. When I caught a glimpse of this, I suddenly felt pitiful for him. But how could he be pitiful? Martial arts, beauty and fame, he has them all, but it makes people feel that he has nothing. "Young man, don't be ignorant of your blessings." He snorted very softly, making people unsure whether he was being contemptuous or sighing. But judging from his expression, it seems that most of them are sighing. Ming Shuangxue also sighed and said in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "You already have many things that others don't have, why are you still not satisfied?" "Then what I have now is what I want?" How does this tone and style sound like an adult? It was obvious that he was still... He couldn't help but laugh, but he deliberately asked seriously: "Then what do you want?" He was silently stunned, thinking for a long time, and then suddenly smiled. "What I want most is gone." Intention: