Whose heart will destiny aim at?
When he first saw him, he smelled the smell of decaying magnolia.
A touch of white breaks free from the shackles of decay and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
Later, the god asked him what the smell was, and he said that the tissue of the human body chip was burned after being soaked in water.
The gods don't believe it.
That night, he clearly saw the rumored water demon under the moonlight.
It turns out that gods can also be tempted, he thought.
He was immersed in a wonderful hallucination. The place burned by the iron chop had festered and suppurated, and the bones all over his body felt as if they had been crushed and were burning hot. He seemed to hear the low and hoarse groan of his soul, and he fell deeply, never ending.
He didn't want to make any more noise.
Until the gods broke through the mist and embraced him.
Saved, right?
The god opened the door and was stunned for a moment when he saw the crime scene.
Blood is spread everywhere that can be stepped on, blooming into wanton roses in different postures, like paintings carefully drawn by someone.
There were human body parts everywhere.
Heads, pieces of flesh, and unknown arms were stacked together in a provocative manner.
In the midst of all the tragedy, God could only see the child curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly. A strand of hair hangs to one side, gently rhythmizing with her breathing.
His Pandora.
The god kissed his lips, softly and charmingly.
His forbidden area.
So the gods fell with him.
Raised a pond of goldfish for him.
The god gently placed his chin on the water, causing circles of water ripples to appear, as if he were kissing his lips.
Purpose: Love and Peace