In the past life and the present, fate is like a tangled thread. It is constantly cut and the logic is still chaotic. It can only be extended to the end of the world by lengthy memories.
In my previous life, I was Zhou Jiazi, the eighth-generation great-grandson of the Zhou family. I had lived for thousands of years and had tried countless careers. After getting to know him who was destined to be with him, I resolutely cut off the nerves that had numbed me, leaving my soul to wander on the path of reincarnation three times, received soul baptism three times, and became a mortal with powerful potential, and finally became me.
In my previous life, I was a member of the Xiao family's psychic team, and I also never died for thousands of years. After meeting him, he left behind what he had learned throughout his life, and then jumped into hell with him. I was willing to lose my soul, but was saved by Yama, sealed all my power, threw myself into the six realms of reincarnation, and finally came to the world and became me.
We met following the memory fragments of our previous lives, and together we experienced a series of events that were either thrilling or suspenseful, and some of them had some supernatural elements.
In this century.
Don't pay attention to the light on the corner of the street and linger in the dark night.
It is a gloomy sky filled with excuses, scorning useless security in life.
Don't believe in the gust of wind when you look back, it is rushing in the silence.
It was a mysterious and unknown dangerous hero, trampling the dirty swamp stalls among the thorns.
Don't open the closed palace and destroy Chanjuan in loneliness.
It is a strong cage that deprives freedom, imprisoning and disappearing the true beauty and goodness in the human world.
Don't fill in the questionnaire given by fate, worship the freshness in your smile.
It was a gorgeously engraved blood-stained battle flag, which was dim and invisible when looking at it.
Don't pay attention to the unattended city, stuck in success or failure.
It was an unattainable love that revealed the beauty of the world in sadness.
Don't drink the glass of wine you just poured down and fill it up with disappointment.
It was a crazy torrent that was out of control, cursing the blue ice of death in mockery.
Don't get lost in the pine trees on the mountainside, just look for the butterflies and the mountains.
It was an ancient and lush place that had been confused for thousands of years, and a rebellion and wanton chaos in the mountainside.
Don't give up on the bell in the clock tower and struggle to fade away in the scream.
It was a desolate tomb overgrown with weeds, an ethereal ring singing the praises of beauty in its splendor.
Don't commit to the intense period at the end of the century, and be intoxicated and entangled in the fragrance.
It was an everlasting bone-crushing pain, singing an eternal song in the mist.