"Life and death, in just one day, these little creatures can't have any troubles, which is really enviable."
With a soft voice and an old-fashioned tone, the woman lying on the bamboo chair slowly sat up.
Her glossy black hair was spread freely, and as the girl sat up, her long hair fell on the bamboo chair she was lying on, constantly folding around her.
The girl's face is covered with white gauze, and her exposed red eyes are slightly raised, and her eyes are shining with hope, opening and closing with infinite charm. The cinnabar on the forehead is as red as blood, making people unable to help but sink in here.
"Why did the girl say this?"
"The girl jumped out of the Three Realms ten thousand years ago and is no longer in the Five Elements. She lives the same life as heaven and earth and is immortal. In this world, gods, demons, demons, and countless creatures of all races are envious of the girl's fortune. How could the girl be envious of that little creature with a short lifespan?"
"You don't understand the land." Standing up from the chair, the woman's white soles stepped on the ground. As the woman walked forward, her long hair slowly fell from the chair and fell softly on the woman's bare white dress.
Stopping at the stone jar, the woman turned her wrist gently, and a bright flower appeared in her hand: "When a living thing lives too long and is meaningless, not being able to die is a kind of pain."