It is an unstable factor in anyone's hands and can be shattered to pieces.

Only this general can control it, and his superior colleagues are naturally extraordinary.

This shift in the mind is involuntary and without insight, and is simply terrifying.

Just like a small seed, it secretly grows a head, ready to hand in a perfect answer sheet.

And the land around it is unknown, and at most it is thought to be an insignificant weed.

Ridiculous and sad, natural and pure, dark and light.

But knowledge is like this and cannot be named.

It's like drinking wine in the dark night, no one else around, and the moon is half shining outside the window.

Some people feel that it is too dark today, as if they have hit a wall.

Some people feel that their kidneys are good, and this kind of life can give them some comfort in their hearts.

Some people feel that there is a bright moon, and feel extremely uneasy.

People are naturally divided into three, six or nine levels, and the world is also divided into flowers and stones.

The wonders and wonders here are nothing but wonders, but just name them in your own mind.
Chapter completed!