Bai Shu is the high priest of the North. Subjectively, he is responsible for the smooth weather, and objectively, he is responsible for serving as a vase for worshiping ancestors.
He was eighteen years old that year.
The flames of war broke out everywhere, burning the calm dream completely. He watched his colleagues charge to the death, and then fall in turn.
He fled, a traitor.
Escaped to a small island like a paradise, and took in a disciple who was as kind as a little angel.
However, the peace of living quietly will not last long after all.
Soon, the war caused by greed spread here.
Baizhu unethically abandoned his young apprentice and ran away...
The kind little angel suddenly turned into a sinister devil, chasing him to the ends of the earth.
——The lost people are lost, and the people who meet will meet again————
The reclusive hermit met a young man in orange pants and blue shirt, leaning against the red wall and laughing.
"I am stingy about life and death and indulge in worldly happiness." Bai Shu raised his eyes and glanced at Qiong Ying, sighing, "My life is a pity."
Qiongying held Bai Shu's hand, turning her head affectionately but a little childishly and whispering, "Sir, you can hide yourself in a sea of thousands of people."
At the end of the year, crazy young people attacked, a strong sick beauty suffered, master and apprentice, Shi Xiang fantasized
Purpose: Cherish life and stay away from sick people