More than 20,000 years ago, there were no four realms in heaven and earth, only one realm of nothingness.
Above the void, there are two beings who have opened their spiritual wisdom.
These two people lived a happy life for thousands of years until the disaster in the four realms 20,000 years ago.
Eight hundred years ago, during the Yingqi Incident, the men in blood-clothed massacred the entire city.
The jade fan has sharp edges, and the snow clothes are all red.
He was like a child many years ago, staggering and wanting to return to the familiar embrace.
However, when I look back, I only see the white light emanating from my soul.
…
There is a divine realm in the four realms, and Yan Ting is the master of this divine realm.
As one of the few gods in the world, he had forgotten a lot, but one day he unexpectedly met an old friend. Even if he could not remember it, he had a habit of remembering it.
A few days after the encounter, he just woke up and was unconscious.
The blurry figure gradually came closer to him, and he slowly saw clearly the person wearing black and white cloud brocade.
He came against the light, as if...
A long-awaited one.
Reunion.
…
Xie Gui was listening to music at Chunjiang Tower, and all he could hear was the sad voice of the woman singing the song. She stretched out her breath and sang sadly——
If you are afraid, you will be afraid. Old friends sit across from each other, looking at each other and not knowing each other.
*Reading guide
1. Double c
2. This article was written by the author, Future Cat. If there is any ambiguity in the logic, please point it out. After all, who can force a cat to be logically consistent?
3. The author has a glass heart, don't be gay
4. Maomao hasn't thought about it yet and will add more to it.
5. Sweet package
Intention: Life is just like catkins in front of the wind, with sporadic joys and sporadic sorrows