The black and white truth is no longer important.
The cycle of heaven no longer confuses me.
You can go back in time
Because I hate madness in this world.
When I step on the sky
To talk about whether I am frivolous or not.
The moon and stars snuggle together
Things are not accompanied by brilliance.
Who controls the six things?
Who describes the grandeur of the sky?
It was broken into a river.
When chaos covers the eye contour.
You said I couldn’t break my destiny.
Also falsely refuse the truth.
Ask a question about the reincarnation of heaven
Shout, I want to settle the sky.
Since I was born in this world
Trying to cover my eyes.
I am the master of my own fate.
If I become a god and a demon,
If I become a demon, resist me
Faith in my breast makes me strong.
The will in my head makes me unyielding.
Although love and hate have become the fog in my eyes
But also became a magic weapon in my hand.
If the sky deceives me, I will break the sky.
If the ground presses me, I will crack it.
I want this sky to be overturned because of me.
I want the whole world to tremble because of me.
What is God?
What is magic?
I am a loving god.
It is to punish the gods and demons.
I cried, I laughed, I loved, I hated, I was stupid, I was more angry.
Life is a long way
Looking back, I found out
It turns out that I have everything
What is black?
What is white?
What is God?
What is magic?
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As far as Bai Ze himself has completely solved Hongpeng’s problem, he seems to roar from hell, but he comes from the flames in front of him.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-four Monkey
I can’t see anything but despair in front of me. When the fire falls from the sky, the people are in despair, when the land is swallowed up by the fire, and when the village not far away is severely punished in my eyes, I can watch it and do nothing.
What’s the difference between me and a loser?
I used to regard myself as a god, but now it seems that I am nothing. I am just a poor chess in the hands of others, a chess that can be discarded at any time, a chess that even my beloved can protect, and a chess that has been sworn as heavy as dirt.
How dare I call myself a god?
Really ironic
I watched my lover fall in a pool of blood, and I watched my lover be swallowed up by the flames. Her eyes were full of fear of reality, longing for life, despair in front of me, unwillingness to fate, sadness for the world, nostalgia for this person, and disappointment for me.
I lost our promise after all, lost our promise.
It’s a waste of my whole body, and it’s a waste of my noble god’s life, but now I can watch her force fall in front of herself and then trample on her burnt-out body with panic.