Copywriting: Meng Feichi fell to the ground, with strange rocks scattered under him and blood pouring out. He couldn't breathe, his body felt limp and floating. And when I was dying, what I thought of was not the memories from childhood, but only one thought: It turns out that I, Meng Feichi, would die in such a useless way. While floating, someone asked him, "Are you dead too?" "Who are you?" "Demon, like jade." "Who are you?" "The dying man, Meng Feichi." ----------[One sentence copy] Those gods and ghosts are not as lucky as me. I have you. ----------Reading instructions: 1. This article is regularly updated at 23-24 p. M. 2. This is a romance novel, occasionally a bit ghostly. 3. Please bookmark and comment~Click to bookmark the author's column to pre-open your imagination of "A Brief History of Time"