Wine, one cup after another.
Together.
They were the hope of the human race.
If they wanted to break out of this cage, they could only rely on them to hold up the sky.
Fang ping and Wang Jinyang drank a lot. The alcohol was intoxicating. On this day, Fang ping remembered the drinking session he had when he graduated from high school.
It had only been three years, but it felt like three hundred years.
At that time, everyone went their separate ways. Some embarked on the path of martial arts, some directly entered society, and some chose to be soldiers. Each had their own path.
He hadn't seen his old classmates for a long time, and his parents hadn't talked to each other for a while.
He didn't have time to care about his beloved sister.
It wasn't that he didn't love her anymore!
She didn't have the time to love, she didn't have the time to hurt.
Fang ping carried too much on his back. The human King ... These two words had shackled him.