The world of cultivation.
"Do you know that I really want to kill you?" He smiled, his eyes extremely cold.
"I know." He took out the things in his arms, tied Bai Ling's eyes, and looked in his direction.
"Take it." He held out his hand.
"Bang!"
The kite in the child's hand, the dish of ink spilled on the ground, the butterflies flying around...
The lighthouse fell, and there was no place in the world that could protect him.
Late at night. A spiritual current slowly rises, Teacher, I come to you.
It was raining heavily, and he waited at the door, looking and looking.
The same spiritual flow. Same sleeping position. Same habit. Will you be him?
With such doubts, he was not sure and always hesitated.
God finally withdrew his mercy on him, "He is such a good person, but you are useless and unworthy of him."
In the river of blood, he held a cluster of white flowers and said with a smile:
I finally found you.
But it's really going to be missed.
Give me another chance and I will definitely live up to him.
Intention: I have misunderstood the person who is best to me.