The endless grievances and hatreds in the past and present life are unforgettable and unforgettable in a thousand words.
Hundreds of times, in my dream, there is a voice calling: Luo, Zi Luo.
Sporadic fragments flashed through my mind, the devil world, Manzhu Shahua.
Scarlet, like blood, surged over and overturned the earth. Then the white mist filled the air.
The deep back gradually faded away, and the long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind.
Everything is so familiar.