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Looking at the man paralyzed on the ground in front of him, Ye Heng took out the broken blade from his waist with difficulty. "You lost." The man on the ground was breathing heavily, and even though blood could not stop flowing from the corner of his mouth, there was a smile on his face. "Yeah, I lost." The man's gaze drifted into the distance. There is his hometown. In this era of chaos and abandoned civilization, he is an outcast in this broken land. Only water was willing to touch his skin, even the ugly alien creature looked down upon him. Only he himself knows the loneliness and loneliness in his heart. They are all the last people of this era, and they are all the poor guys left in this era. So what if he is powerful, but in the end he still doesn't end well. Ye Heng looked at the loneliness in the man's eyes. There was no denying that the man was right.

Over the ages, countless people have been searching for what the "source" is. Whether the end point of spiritual energy is the incarnation of the source, no one knows, but it attracts those with advanced cultivation. But unfortunately, Yuan's secret is gradually revealed in Xiao Baizi.

The end of the world breaks out so suddenly. What to do! I'm so panicked! Wow, the doomsday farming system has been bound. Damn it, what's the use of farming in the apocalypse! Etc! It seems pretty good! So delicious! System I love you!

On the day I graduated from college, I saved a girl who was about to jump off a building. The girl relied on me because of this. What should I do? As a single Yun Bai who was born in her mother's womb, she said that I don't know how to do it. The integration with the host has been completed. Hey, the installation is complete, and I can finally show off my skills! ... Other people's love is about eating, drinking and shopping, eh, I don't, I am different from others, my journey with her is through a different world. This is our unusual love.

Trees wither and wither, and people are born, old, sick and die. Neither the people of Dawn nor the masters of cultivation can resist the passage of time. No matter which world they are in, the lost lives will go to a common mysterious place. Mysterious world! Leaving the body from the real world and heading to the mysterious world, there is a leading messenger in the middle. They are the pallbearers.