Distant singing, passing through the clouds. The evil flower of night slowly blooms. . . . . .
I have been sleeping for thousands of years, carrying the "Heart of God", spanning life and death, soulless, formless, and free from the three realms.
Wake up again, transform into a 'spirit', and return to the three realms
"From now on, you will be called Wu Shang, do you understand? My Shang son."
No harm, no harm, hope you never get hurt.
"How can I forget Shang'er's smile after he dies?"
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"Dad, don't you want to hurt your son? If you don't want to hurt your son, who will hurt your son?"
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The protagonist is definitely not ordinary, and the ordinary one is not the protagonist.