Under the acacia tree
The friendship between a man and a demon begins
Friendship through wind and rain
The interplay of knives and swords
But how can things in the world be as smooth as you want?
If you don't like it, then it will feel good.
In the eternal years, endless time whispers in a hoarse voice.
One glance is long, but ten thousand years is too short.
Trade with me
give me your choice
I'll give you the ability to choose again
Let you recover time