Zhulang was once the first snow in Anling's heart, slightly sweet on the tip of his tongue, and loved in his heart. He is the purest white in the world. It is the most inviolable god that An Ling looks up to, seeks but cannot get, and is the most inviolable god.
He regarded him as a treasure, but he stepped him into the dust again and again; he wanted to protect him, but he hurt him again and again. An Ling was helpless and his tongue was murky: "What should I do with you..."
Zhulang was covered with scars, his figure was still like a green bamboo, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were clear, and he smiled slightly: "Think of it as a dream. Since you're awake, just let me go."
Zhulang is an immortal judge, as the name implies, he is an immortal judge. One soul and seven souls, two judgments of yin and yang, one stroke of white sand and one stroke of beauty. All sentient beings in the three realms can escape suffering and gain happiness, so let him write.
But unfortunately, I can't control my own sorrow and joy.
It was An Ling who demoted him from the high heaven to the mud step by step.