Start Cultivating Immortality by Removing the Blind Box

"Blind Box" The green bricks measure the sixteen springs, and the wheelchair rolls over the moon and dust. Everyone in the world says that the soul is like a candle, but who can see the traces of threads woven into the sky? In the first half of my life, I was trapped and waiting for death; In the second half of my life, I will hold the world in my hands and die to all. He smiled and patted the edge of the box and asked Cang Hao: I'm busy unpacking the box, but I'm still young. How dare I touch the roots of heaven?