In the ruins of the milk tea shop, the pianists and the male and female dancers had disappeared. It was empty, with dead branches and fallen leaves everywhere, as well as blooming flowers. It seemed a little lonely.
you're not alone. You're the grave of all living beings of an era ... The divine tomb of the isodar celestial race."
Xu Zhi looked in the direction in which the cherry blossom Emperor had disappeared, as if he was witnessing the end of an era. The shock he felt was still great, not to mention that he had left in such a special and shocking way.
as the Gravekeeper, you will bury the ancient civilization and history of the isodarian people in your mind. The young, hot-blooded, machine-obsessed God who likes to refuse.
