Jianmu Zhitian

"The zombies are here again?" "Where's my Gatling firework?" … "Adventurer?" "Deploy all the four formations of wine, sex, wealth and energy!" … "That's not how the transport talisman works!" "Where is your enemy?" … Thousands of years have passed, and the wind is still blowing so wantonly, blowing through the clouds, bringing clouds to roll and relax, bringing the call of the wild, and bringing drops of rain, rising and falling between the sky and the earth, sometimes rising, sometimes turning into mist, and sometimes growing. Looking up above your head, you can see the bright sun in the sky and the bright moon hanging high—— Looking behind, there are afterimages. Maybe they are still a drop of water, but they are no longer alone. They still have their own pride, and they also have their own history that cannot be recorded in thousands of pages. This is an infinite world, infinite, infinite! Precisely because it is infinite, even if the probability of anything is lower, it still has the possibility of becoming inevitable! So as long as he is unwilling to look up, there will also be a day when he looks down, even if it takes thousands of years, ten thousand years, billions of years, and finally let time wear away everything...