Somewhere in the eight desolates, a figure was sitting on a barren mountain.
Under the cold moonlight, the figure looked lonely and lonely.
"AI!"
He raised his head, looked at the sky, and sighed deeply.
The face that was illuminated by the moonlight was filled with melancholy and melancholy.
"How did this happen?"
His brows furrowed, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.
Even now, he still could not understand how things had turned out like this. How did that Tang guy reach 3000 HP in just a dozen years?
"It's so F * cking evil!"
After thinking for a long time, he still didn't have any clues, so he could only curse angrily.
Then, he revealed a melancholic expression and sighed.
In just one day, he had experienced the ups and downs of life. He had fallen from the peak of his life to the bottom of the valley. This feeling was simply too F * cked up!
At this moment, he felt that he had lost his goal in life.
