[Lu Xiaofeng] The building is full of delicate flowers

The soul leaves the body, rises slowly, and merges into nothingness, extremely ethereal.

Death is a wonderful process.

Reincarnated, I was actually thrown into the space of Lu Xiaofeng's legend, standing at the entrance of the alley, at four or five o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, thousands of families were sleeping, and the street was empty.

I was holding a huge wolf green by my hand, panting, obviously just returned from a walk.

A figure loomed from the mist, turned into the alley, and stopped suddenly.

Silently, confrontation for a long time.

The son is elegant, with a glance of ten thousand years.

"Excuse me, is it a dog?" He asked cautiously if he felt something.

I:"……"

I knelt down, stroked Langqing's huge dog's head, then slowly stood up again, staring at him coldly.

A mouthful of silver teeth, almost crushed with hatred.

"—it's a wolf."

"Dahei, bite him!"

"Woo-woof!!!!!!-"