Thirteen was a great demon who killed gods when gods stood in his way, and Buddha when he stood in the way of Buddha. One day while standing on Zhurong Peak, I suddenly felt the desolation of life and the emptiness of all things. In the heart of the big devil, there was a mood that the human world calls melancholy. When the fifth carrot grass he raised also withered, he finally gave up his dream of becoming a botanist and embarked on the path of a doctor who conquered demons and saved the world by hanging pots...
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