This is the third year that Wei wanted to form an elixir, even though his current physical body has low spiritual power.
He glanced at the bright cabbage with the clear breeze and bright moon next to him, and he still wanted to live longer so that he could be close friends with the other person every day - every day!
"Back then, you seniors, I was also very powerful. I almost beat you Hanguang-Jun to the ground on the roof."
"Obey, call uncle, come!"
"No matter what happens, I will never bear any ill will towards you."
"Lan Zhan, I want to form a pill!"
There is no unnecessary introduction, just a serious introduction, please feel free to point me out.
It comes from my resentment towards all kinds of regrets in the play. If I can't get over it, I'll fill it all up for you!
This short story is expected to be completed at RMB 60,000 to RMB 70,000. It's probably very cold, but there's no point in reminding me. Buddha
I hope that after the end, suicide under the pseudonym can be successful.
The content of the article takes place about three years after the end of the play, which is twenty years after Night.
Intention: There is goodwill in people's hearts.