When the last world is about to become a wasteland.
The gods knew that dusk was inevitable.
To this end.
On the wasteland, he did not hesitate to die brazenly.
Many gods died in that war.
Xiao Yao still feels frightened when he thinks about it.
Many years later, Xiao Yao stood on top of the gods.
Just like living there, waiting for someone.
The only god in the wasteland came towards him.
The blood on the tip of the knife dizzy the redness at the end of his eyes.
Xiao Yao's smiling eyes were crooked, and the words in his eyes were extremely faint.
He said, "You're welcome and safe."
Come and be safe,
Also
I love you.
God says: "Love the world."
But I am too selfish and only love him.
The drama of saving all sentient beings is so annoying.
Be free and easy.
He is God,
And I am a human being.
[I will embark on the road to becoming a god and stand on the top of the gods.
I will stay with you till death in blood.
[I will deal with my natural enemies, then I will risk my own life, and then I will get what I want.
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I was born from hell and wandered in a bizarre world,
Fire and blade consume me, ashes and bones reshape me,
The little sparks that light up again in my eyes can start a prairie fire,
At this moment, hope is endless, and the blood is full of immortality.
Intention: God does not love the world, but only himself.