Luo Kezheng gently placed his hand on the World Tree. How many times has this happened? Luo Kezheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
There are traces of music, it is easy to cross the river, but it is difficult to cross the grass, the pear vortex is smiling peacefully, the little poem is red and ink, the leaves are crossing the clear stream... We meet again and again, we regret again and again, we meet again and again...
The guardians of the World Tree, for them, the World Tree is life, something more important than their lives. Well, you guard the tree and he will protect you...
World Tree, the pain of one generation after another, the memory of one generation after another. Luo Kezheng was unwilling to accept the guardian who could not live past the age of 25, so he and Yu Yan watched the guardian's life to find a way to save him...