The silky rain in the spiritual realm is continuous, beating leaves through the forest.
A woman in white clothes squatted on the bluestone slab, caressing the sapphire tablet she had carved with her own hands.
He was a handsome young man who made her shudder when they first met him. He was a famous medical saint who helped the world by hanging his pot, Fan Yuze whom she had admired for a long time, and a rare confidant in her life. A close friend who is rare to see.
It's clear that you were on your way, but you lost your life because of me. A demon can cut off its tail to save itself. Life is fleeting. If the soul is gone, there will be no reincarnation in this life.
"Although humans and monsters take different paths, they will eventually end up in the same destination." The jade flute in white clothes was lying across the street. Pressing it lightly with your fingertips, the song was so heartbreaking that it cut off its tail.
I only hope that half of my demon essence is enough to protect your soul essence from death.
The young man in black clothes held the handle of the umbrella tightly, with a slight wave in his eyes, "I know that you and your senior brother have a very close friendship, and your grief is long and precious. Senior brother will definitely be reincarnated." The demon has been born for thousands of years, and I will accompany you in this life without any sadness.
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Intention: If a great achievement is missing, its use will not be harmful.