"Living is certainly good, but can we survive?"
A Long said quietly.
The Monk looked at A Long and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to keep you alive."
Wu Qingsheng stopped eating and said, "Master Weihuo, you don't need to worry about us. If we die, we die. Can't blame them, it's all fate."
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After finishing the last piece of meat in his bowl, Su Changxing turned around and saw the withered tree printed against the brilliant scarlet sky, close at hand.
In an instant.
The light in the surrounding environment flowed away into the distance, and the campfire trembled continuously as if it might go out at any moment.
The withered tree grew segment by segment from the distant ground, with white porcelain dolls placed one by one on the sandy hills.
This was not a completely physical change, but a change existing between the physical and spiritual planes.
When you fully believe its existence, it will change accordingly.
"Bang bang bang~"
