What chance spirit treasure? What road?
When those who step on the stairs made by the bones of their loved ones, drink the wine brewed by the blood and flesh of their loved ones, and climb step by step to the high position that everyone wants to climb, are these people right?
But is this the only way to become a strong person? Is that all there is to it?
No, it's not.
Shen Zhiyi's head was dizzy, and her eyelids were pressed down as if they were filled with lead water. She felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea, and something was holding her throat. She could not breathe or scream while sinking.
Scenes of memories began to emerge in her mind: there were scenes of her being a child, hiding from other demons beating, scolding and bullying her in the Demon Clan, and scenes of being dragged by her mother to escape in the dusty wasteland.
Bits and pieces passed by in a hurry, and finally settled on a gentle, beautiful and extremely familiar face.
Her eyes were flowing, as if there was endless tenderness flowing in them.
"Chen Zhiyi, live well."
Motto: There is no choice in birth, but there are countless choices in life.