"Ah - what a good and positive book."
Chen Shiyi sighed while placing the book "The Sky Lives Up to the Young Man" on the table.
He sat in a wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the lights of thousands of houses below the tall building, and then looked at the sky covered with dark clouds. He raised his pistol and fired five or six bullets. He picked up the vase at hand and smashed it hard, and a big hole appeared in front of him.
Suddenly Chen Shiyi jumped out. He looked at his rapidly descending figure on the wall and smiled. At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky and a bolt of lightning hit Chen Shiyi.
A burst of white light flashed, and he realized that he seemed to have traveled through time. He was still in a world of immortal cultivation, and he was still the leader of the demon clan.
After figuring out the situation, Chen Shiyi smiled and said, "Then let's have fun in this world."
Intention: Because I want to write out the story in my mind, but there is no way to do it. I write it first and then talk about it.