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Today is another day of overtime work. Li Mo, who worked overtime until early in the morning, lay in bed feeling sad about his life. I can't do anything. Li Mo shed two lines of tears slowly. At this time, the phone lit up, and the boss's cold words "Rework Plan" severely pierced Li Mo's fragile heart. God, let me die. Then, Li Mo didn't die, and life would go on. He stayed up late and changed his plan all night. He was in vain when he went to work the next day. When he was crossing the road, he saw a little girl about to be hit by a car. Then Li Mo reacted subconsciously and pounced on the little girl. Then, he sprained his foot. She was thrown away. There was no time to think about it. This time it was really gone.

When glory becomes the past, recollections and remembrances emerge from the depths of memory. No one knows whether the black earth was black in the beginning. Now only all kinds of evil are left wandering on the earth. Survive and go out to become the last hope of people in this broken plane. The ancient glory has become the past and ancient inheritance. Walkers still wander around the earth persistently. No one knows what they are pursuing. Their power is known to the world.