Ten thousand years is too long, just strive for the morning and night, all the way, only to find nothing is immortal.

We finally understand that once a step away from us, once missed, even after incarnating as a hero, wearing golden armor, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, a leap of one hundred and eighty thousand miles, may not necessarily come back.

Zhao Bin thought that he had heard a sentence, and he also understood this truth. If he missed it, he might never catch it back. But now he must miss it, at least better than guilt for a lifetime.

Make a simple note, the car was pulled to...