That day on the high cliff, the fortune teller asked Suzhou: "Master, why are the flowers on the steep slope so beautiful?"
Before Su Zhou could speak, Jing Mochun said quietly: "Because no one picks the flowers there, and no one tramples on them."
Wan Sui rolled his eyes at him: "You think you are arrogant."
"No matter what kind of flower it is or where it is, it must have its own beauty. The spirits of all things are both friendly and evil."
——The spirit of all things, there are good and evil.
Jing Mochun looked at the ring that suppressed the demonic energy in his body, and thought to himself: Master, what about me?
Intention: Even if I write it, you won't read it