The Strange One

Can I defend this city? Am I really just a passerby in this world? This is just a lie, a small deception. You can control all of this. Ghosts and spirits can give them gaze and awaken their superpowers. Mo Hao looked at the log-colored flute in his hand and the soul floating on the flute, and asked: "Who are you? What kind of soul?" "Me", you can call me "Shengtian", or call me "Gui". This world seems ordinary, but beneath the ordinary, there are dark waves. "Guess my first novel, if you're right." Mo Miao was spinning the flute in his hand and slowly closed a book in his hand. There was a figure in the corner of the shadow not far away. There were butterflies hanging around the figure. He stretched out his hand to grab a butterfly and gently turned it around. The colored powder was slowly sprinkled down and he looked at Mo Ming who was talking to himself in the air in front of him. At this time, the sunlight shining on the earth saw a corner of the mouth that sometimes rose and sometimes fell. "Three seconds! You only have two seconds." "The last second," a figure slowly closed his eyes. Mo Hao raised his head and opened his eyes with a ferocious expression. Speaking of "Let's leave it to Shengtian next, cough, wow, wow, wow, wow, It seems like the big boss always appears like this." Then he rubbed it, wondering if it belonged to his own face. They, they, no, no, or rather, they don't know, not even me.