The thousand-year-old cloud moth is transformed from the resentment of the world. It has two eggs and can produce illusions. One thought is heaven, the other hell.
Once I was in love, I didn't expect it to be a disaster of genocide; I was entangled in the past life, but I came to take revenge in this life.
That day you saved me in a mountain stream, today you humiliate me and put me in prison.
I originally thought that fame and fortune in the world had tarnished the pure white boy back then.
I have gone through thousands of years of hardship just to kill you with the sword.
Unexpectedly, the arrangement of fate turned out to be so ridiculous.
It's only strange that the world has been in vain for a hundred years or a thousand years. Whether it is a deep valley full of flowers or a dark and lonely Huangquan, as long as you call me, I will go with you.
Intention: Destiny has its own arrangements