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Mo Ran, tell me, will you still remember me in a thousand years or ten thousand years? Mo Ran, I can no longer be by your side and share the joys and sorrows with you. You must learn to cherish yourself. Mo Ran, I once did that to you, do you still hate me? Now that I am leaving you, will you miss me? Mo Ran, you promise, you are not allowed to cry, be sad, or sad in the future, you are only allowed to be happy, and you are only allowed to laugh. Mo Ran. . . Stop talking! Please stop talking! How many years have passed? ! Why can't I forget you? ! Why are you all leaving me? ! Why am I the only one who can live alone? ! Why? ! I'm alone again. . . I'm really lonely. . . So lonely. . . The white-haired man was talking to himself like crazy, randomly destroying everything around him, sometimes roaring with thunder, sometimes bursting into tears, sometimes slumped and paralyzed. . . For a long time, he learned the techniques they used to do, gently wiping away the tears on his face, carefully handling the stains all over his body, meticulously tying up the white hair on his shawl, and put on a set of their favorite white robes, locking the empty heart forever. Nine blood-red magic lines penetrated the body like a blood-colored crown, and the tall and straight body suddenly rose into the sky with unparalleled domineering power, leaving only a majestic back. Today, Mo Ran is back! Ancient universe, gods, tremble! I will step on your corpses and dye my demonic path all over the mountains and rivers, all the rivers and lakes, all the heavens above and below!

In the year 1025 of the New Calendar, the sun disappeared for a whole day. The whole world suddenly fell into chaos The next day, after the sun rose again, the creatures on the earth mutated from the essence of life. Stronger body; Harder skin; Stronger immunity; Longer lifespan; Humanity is boiling! However, good fortune lies in the misfortune, and misfortune lies in the misfortune...