Many years later, when he walks through the mountains and rivers that have accumulated several layers of white snow, he will definitely remember the time when the master held his hand, rubbed the top of his hair and asked him with a smile, "My child, are you willing to follow me?"
The master, on the other hand, had a young and beautiful face, with his hands behind his back. His face was calm and calm, but his eyes couldn't hide the smile, looking at his master's embarrassed expression after being coldly rejected by him.
That year, Zangfeng Mountain was still quietly hidden in a corner of the East China Sea, and his journey to immortality had just begun. The snowy plum blossoms on the mountain were always blooming undefeated.
It's just that the prosperous times turned to ruin, and everything was annihilated in an unprecedented disaster. The past is like a dream, and it is difficult to recall.
It was a thousand years later when he woke up from this ridiculous dream.
——It's the time when the world is ushering in the zombie apocalypse.
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Young and frivolous, the heartthrob straight man, Long Aotian was attacked by a slice of unknown attributes
Purpose: Remember the past and look forward to the future