----Just pause, write a prequel, and never give up! ----------
Feng Yue Can:
On a clear, bright moonlit night, a waning moon hung high in the sky. He named himself Feng Yue Can because of his incomplete memory.
There are hundreds of years of Taoism, but only ten years of memory.
Wandering all over the world, wandering to the end of the world, being trampled on by others, and getting drunk all day long!
"Everyone is drunk, why am I awake alone?
When drinking that cup of turbid wine,
Only then did he realize that he was immune to all poisons.
In the midst of drunkenness, life and death,
finally understand,
It turns out there are more than a hundred poisons in the world..."
Lan Ling Yuhan:
Is it jade? Is it a demon? Is it God?
That witch song from Jiuyou, who used flesh and blood in exchange for a bad fate.
"The God of Cangming, the Nine Nether Mad Demons, the witches of the underworld, and the oath of flesh and blood:
The mountains and rivers are falling apart, and the sea is flowing backwards.
Farewell to Sibin forever, anxious about life and death.
…
The soul disappears and the shadow erodes, I hate the snow, I swear to return to the underworld, I am so sad. "
----------A bad fate, sad devastation----------------------
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--Brothers passing by, please take out your dragon head seal and stamp it! --
-------I am very grateful! ! -----------------------
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