Sorry, I was killed three times. I really don't have the confidence to continue writing. I went somewhere else (covering my mouth and crying)
On August 20, a girl died in the desert. She was only eighteen years old.
Listening to this old man's chatter, I was a little impatient. He blocked the road but didn't rob me, but he just told me stories.
I'm afraid he's not a lunatic.
The old Taoist smiled, picked a piece of firewood that was burning brightly, and told me a story about fate.
The ruined temple has no protection from the wind and rain, and the cold air outside makes my head hurt.
When I finished listening to the story and the rain stopped, I was about to set off again
I don't know where I should go. I always feel like something is lost and I need to find it.
I heard there seems to be some kind of event in Chunping, so let's start there...
In the story about my wife and I, I became a supporting role, and even almost became a passerby.
Time travel, rebirth, and the system are all involved, which is quite complicated.
Note to readers:
I am a novice at writing, so you can choose to watch it by yourself
First person, the perspective is Guo Fan, a bit confusing
I'm not very good at writing about emotions, it's a bit stiff
If something feels unreasonable, it's because I'm not good at logic.
Purpose: Break down superstition and feudalism
Good (≧Д≦)ノ