In the world of the novel, it is to constantly weave beautiful stories that make people fascinated, and then they rush to chase them, and the storyteller closes the curtain at the critical moment.

A good ending is that the story is still beautiful and imaginative, and a bad ending is that a beautiful story is no longer beautiful, just like a person no longer has youth.

When the youth is not there, the fallen leaves are piled up, quietly listening to others tell this story, and finally innocently asked, is this true?

The answer I got was just two words: "hehe".

Finally, I recommend a TV series for everyone, ruffian hero. (To be continued......)