"Why should I hide here and there and live in fear? I am also greedy and want to touch the sun. You want me to perish, but I won't."
The bone knife was dripping with blood, and Sheng Shi seemed to have red eyes. Fu Jun raised his hand and pressed lightly in the air, and he was deeply pressed into the ruins, unable to struggle. Fu Jun looked at him with pity: "A mere ant, how can he change his life?" After saying that, he was about to leave. When I was going, I suddenly heard a loud noise. When I looked back, I saw smoke rising from the place where the man was lying just now, and cracks were broken. In the smoke, a figure staggered up and said in a hoarse voice: "An ant can conquer the sky."
Intention: Everyone is turbid, and the only clear stream is when it is in its prime.