There was a sword cry, pain piercing through the shoulder blades, and blood splattered on the pale face. He fell on the gravel, looked up at the sky, and finally smiled and let go of the past.
Carrying a gun, holding a knife, and playing a bell, when he turns around, the stars and rivers flow across him into shadows, and he carries the human bones of the world on his back.
The clear river water under Yugu Terrace + the tears of many passers-by in the middle
One day hesitating on the road of the world, two lives lamenting the bones of freedom.
Feng Ming was a poor man before he came here, and he was still a poor man after he came here.
Before I came here, I relied on repairing home appliances. After I came here, I sold myself to provide medical cases for others, but I just needed to have enough to eat.
He should have been lying idle in the Immortal Gate to death, and he would never have been brainwashed into cultivating immortality.
Until I wake up from my nap in the summer due to the heat, the world of immortality without a constant temperature system is indeed abominable.
Note: The point of view of the heroine from the protagonist's perspective is wrong. I'm so sad. I don't know how to change it.
Purpose: What we live for