Traveling to a foreign country, the polar night of the Tropic of Cancer had already wiped out most of the illusions in his blood. If he had to purify his six sense organs, he would have become a Buddha right there. But someone was not happy, and a bad guy who could no longer be childish wanted to coax him back. He Wen, do you still think he is the little brat who ran off with you just by saying a word?
Concept: We are young, we are arrogant, our mediocre eyes are staring at the sky