Chronicles of Ayalok

Standing on the top of the tower platform, Bai Shouchuan looked at the fire and smoke in the town. The young man stretched out his hands, his left hand was like jade, and his right hand was like a pin. "What is justice..." Muttering to himself, the young man who hid his face under his shawl and hood touched every joint of his right hand with his left hand, "Justice is to save all those who should be saved... Justice is to save all goodness..." A huge fireball suddenly burst out in the town. Under the hood illuminated by the flames, two empty white soul fires ignited at this moment... "I am saving all the people who should be saved, and I am upholding justice... But who is coming to save me, and who is praising justice..." Stepping forward, the paladin wearing gray mithril chainmail walked toward the steps leading to the bottom of the bell tower. The hoarse soul screams hit the ancient bell tower unbridled, and the footprints on the stone platform contained the remains of flames. "Why no one praises it, it's because everyone is guilty; why no one saves it, it's because everyone... Will pay the price!" ——Write unsung poems and excerpts. ====== This book needs to be read carefully, please be patient and feed it with favorites, recommendations and clicks.