I have seen people condense their souls into bodies, but I have never seen people condense into fools.
The last demon refiner who was despised by everyone but feared by everyone in the first half of his life, has thousands of corpses and bones in his hands, and is very bloodthirsty. I came back after being reborn sixteen years ago, but I can't even remember who I am.
You asked her what her name was: Demon Refining?
Who knows.
You ask who killed her?
God knows.
What weapon did she hold, you ask?
Master knows.
Jiang Bushu (pulling out Buyun expressionlessly): The memory is gone, but the instinctive reaction is still there.
Shen Changwen (scurrying away with his head in his arms): Master, even if you replay the scene when I died a million times, you just can't remember it!
Why do you have a brain cramp and think about those times when people were betrayed and separated from each other, and the storms came to a head? At this beautiful moment, Master was by my side. It was only because I was sick that I recalled how I died.
My wish?
There is a master in every life, every year there is a master.
Fool Shen Changwen is enough.