Dressed in white clothes, the sky filled with white feathers, extinguished in the dazzling white light, he could only look at his determined back, enveloped by the light, like a god from the past coming to the world, and then, amidst the splendor, vanished into ashes...
"Yu, don't..." He roared heartbreakingly, suppressed and powerless.
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"Yu!" I woke up in cold sweat again, short and helpless.
He looked dejectedly at the white feather in his hand, as if he saw the faint touch of white clothes and the lingering smile in his heart, and laughed at himself: "After all, you betrayed me for the sake of the common people..."
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The bitter wait, the long life, leaving nothing but desolation, the world only knows that the sky is covered with white feathers, and the sky is extinguished, and the gods in the dazzling white light are wiped out. In exchange for the peace of the people for a hundred years, the inseparable red clothes leap, leaving an afterimage, and then, there is one less god in red clothes, and one more generation of white demon emperors, but they vow to become the white clothes behind the white clothes. The white feathers are no longer there, but the shadows of flowers are still overlapping, and I lose my voice:
"Yu..."
"Si, I'm back"
Come back,
You don't have to live like me anymore…