At least for me, that's the case. The only life is the blood-like flower on the other side. Looking at it, it merges with the blood-red "sky". Everything I see is blood-red and strangely beautiful. "Changlu City is paved with green autumn grass, and the magpie bridge is red with the setting sun. The streets are secluded, and I travel with you. You have no friends. I am willing to accompany you. I will give up my ghost body and cast off my ghost bones. In the mountains and flowing water, I can find a close friend. The streets are secluded, why? Talent is the true soulmate?

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The true gods who are really capable are as low-key and unpretentious as "living half-immortals" and are content with poverty. When others come to him to see something, they don't want much "live half-immortal", they just give him thirty-fifty cents, as long as he doesn't starve to death. "The "Living Half-Immortal" has been in the industry for many years, and he has long been accustomed to such remarks. He grinned and left the man. The "Living Half-Immortal" responded: "I have always counted life and death, blessings and disasters. . … Continue readingRandom Notes On "Living Half Immortal"