Manzhu Shahua, the flower of death, has no path to reincarnation and cannot step on the door to the afterlife.
With all her energy gone, she just smiled and said, "I don't regret it."
She once smiled warmly when I first met An. I am listening to the snow next to me. Please give me your guidance for the rest of my life.
She said, there is a gentle breeze in the south that knows what I want, but there is a breeze in the north that listens to the snow without asking me.
"On the road to Huangquan, in the Wangchuan River, by the bridge on the other side, by the Sansheng Stone, have I ever seen you?"
It's hard to disobey God's will, and I can't live in another world, so I have no choice but to disobey it today. Thousands of corpses will be laid down, and blood will be shed for thousands of miles, no matter what
"Bai Tingxue, you will have an afterlife."