Tang Ze knew very well that he was born in the mud, and there was always a Sword of Damoris studded with colorful gems hanging on his head, so he kept running towards the unknown dark forest, even though there were weird rules in it.
The fish soared in the sky, their scales reflecting the sunlight and shining brightly; the rabbit's fur was white, covering up the bones and flesh of passing travelers that were almost being digested under the skin.
He fought in it, and the short dagger penetrated from the mysterious monster's body, bringing out a purple fountain. He hunts the ridiculous hunters wearing monkey crowns.
Just to bathe in the sunrise and die in the bright red light, forever.
Even though the soil will rot my corpse, even if the wind will cover up the traces of my existence, I still long to be one with my heart's desire.
I enjoy it very much.
He said so.
A novice author suddenly suffers from the secondary disease and writes something to entertain himself. If you don't like it, delete it and don't scold me. The three views of the protagonist are not mine. Don't be promoted to the author. The author has no brains and a glass heart. Don't make random comments. I have also taken a screenshot and uploaded it to Weibo. Don't copy it. Thank you (*°?°)=3
Purpose: If you are sick, treat it. Don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment!
