Fang Mu had no intention of asking for this money. While pretending to have lost his memory, he also performed small tasks. It wasn't much, but it was enough for street use.
After opening the envelope and reading the letter, Fang Mu couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the words. It was certainly his handwriting. Those who lived longer showed no apparent improvement in writing.
After reading this letter, you'll know what's going to happen. There are only three things I want to tell you.
First, ``we'' are in a hopeless M?bius strip and have not yet found a way out.
Second, we can only change ourselves.
Third, we are not the only ones receiving blessings.
It's not that I don't want to write about it in detail, it's just that the more I say it, the more things outside my head that are supposed to be forbidden get into it.
Our death marks a new beginning for us until the end of life.
Therefore, we all have to survive...
Although it was a very short letter, Fangmoku seemed to have seen a horrifying story. As I sat in the chair in the police room, I was dripping with cold sweat. The wind blowing in the room accelerated the evaporation of the cold sweat and quickly stole the body's body heat.
The first "we" is enclosed in double quotes. If you simply refer to "Fang Mu" within the stop time, you don't need to add any special double quotes at all. Fan Mu of different eras can understand this, but "we" here covers other people...or anything other than humans.
Second, what does it mean to change yourself?
Third, we are not the only ones blessed. The blessings of the abnormal gods are also a curse. This is relatively obvious, but also the scariest thing.
In other words, more than one god may pay attention to him, he is like a prisoner waiting to be torn apart by a car!
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