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Flowers bloom in dreams, like shadows in an illusion. There was a bright moon in the water, and there was a spring breeze. When Mo Ran thought about him, he only felt guilty. At that time, the young man in the shop was carrying a stack of cakes and his eyebrows were crescent. But after all, after all... You can be a silly boy who is always on the run, restraining your edge for one person. He can also be a hero in this world. The stories passed down by storytellers will be popular throughout the ages. If Lingshang Sheng didn't have such an obsession, you might still be the god at the top who towers over thousands of people. You are dressed in white, your eyebrows are picturesque, you are both an immortal and a madman. "Shang Sheng, if everything doesn't go as you want, what should you do?" "... Shang Sheng, thank you Master for the grace of death."