"You and I are only drunk because of immortals and demons." He spat out these words lightly, and then turned his back without hesitation, with his usual calm and leisurely look on his face.
A pair of strong hands hugged him from behind, and raised their hands to gently press his chest. The heat from the hands soothed his already troubled heart. The man attached himself to his ears, and his wild red hair and black hair were entangled, "Immortals and demons are drunk, and people are intoxicated."
A cup of drunkenness between immortals and demons, will the immortals and demons become enemies, or will they merge into one? The dusty memories of ancient times are awakened, entangled disputes impact, undercurrents surge, and disillusionment is uncertain. What is true and what is false?
Duck duck. . . Your writing has improved a lot
I'm from Tieba, keep writing big articles
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