Su Ming'an opened his eyes.
The crystal branches swayed with the wind, and a small teakettle puffed steam with a "doo doo doo".
"Finished watching?" Deity Ming'an tilted his head.
"..." Su Ming'an rested his index finger against his chin, pondering.
These two memories, in short:
Upper couplet: The Supreme Lord chases the dream of becoming a true mad 修文.
Lower couplet: The Lord of the End of All Things gnaws on hard persimmons and gets dragged along.
Horizontal inscription: The story will begin anew.
This was the first time Su Ming'an realized he had always been watched. This Supreme Lord, in the distant universe, had always been reading his real-time space-time record body, and when he reached Luowasha, it directly spied on him personally. Probably now, this guy is still hiding in some corner, watching him.
