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"There are only two kinds of people in the world, those who want to have me, and those who want to kill me." The young man in black looked at the misty white curtains under the cliff and sighed. "Those who want to have me will want to kill me if they can't get me. Later, the whole world wants to kill me." "Palace Master." The voice of the old man who was half-kneeling on the ground trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but all his words were stuck in his throat. He could only look down at the sleeping baby in his arms, and his old eyes were actually turbid and moist. "Take the child and leave. He is my only bloodline. After I die, he will be the last key to unlocking the gods. Take him away as far as possible. Don't let him become a leader among people. I just hope that he will live like a waste." After that, the young man in black let out a long sigh. , And after a long time, he said as if he was self-conscious, "The last remnant souls of the brave men of the ancient times should not have been exposed to the world, but people all over the world believe in them as gods and covet their power. Little do they know that they are just losers on the road to explore the gods for thousands of years." "In front of these crazy believers, I have become the only heretic in the world. Those who go against me will live, and those who follow me will die."

This is a simple story, simple plot, simple hesitation, simple bitterness... I often think of that sentence, some people sing and sing every night, and some people have to do their best to survive.