Once upon a time, Fei Peng, who stayed in the human world, liked the color white so much. But why can't I feel any joy or excitement when I look at it day after day? It can be seen that the whiteness that once made him ecstasy was also because of one person.
White, alone. In Kong Mang's eyes, suddenly there was a surge of anger, and he was submerged by the vast tide.
There is no wind in the heaven, and no one except the Demon Lord Tower brings any changes here. Both the people and Xuanzhu were frozen into stereotyped images, lifeless. This is how God lives, guarding a meaningless prison with open eyes. There is no need to draw the ground, it becomes a prison by itself.
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