Finale Postscript

The days have returned to the same plain as before. The sun rises as usual and dreams shine into reality. Why are the flowers so red? No one answered the yellow cauliflower that was cold.

That nightmare-like memory has been completely erased, and no one has a memory. Even if you accidentally feel something wrong, you will have a headache for a while and won't think about it. Who would like to pester more strange feelings?

Everyone returned to their most familiar place, and the destroyed towns appeared in front of people miraculously intact. If these people still remembered what happened, they would be surprised. Unfortunately, they all forgot and accepted the original residence as a matter of course.

Those guys in the cultivation world scattered all over the country. Some built Taoist temples in the mountains, made idle wild cranes, and some went to large temples or Taoist temples to join the group. The only thing that was that they all gave up cultivation, as if it had never happened before.

There will be no more demons in the world, and what about these righteous people? They all lived a free life, just like Tao Yuanming's poem: under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, they can see Nanshan leisurely.

Hyacinth married Zhang Yan and became the curator of Minghai City Library. The young couple had a happy life. The power group that lost its function no longer exists. Luochuan became a photographer he had been longing for since he was a child, often going back and forth to various places, lingling in the mountains and rivers.

Nang Luo participated in the men's basketball professional league and became a rising star in China. It is rumored that many foreign clubs have targeted him. However, the patriotic Nanluo said that he would only play in the domestic league until he could not play, so he was highly exposed in major media.

Mo Li and Luo Changfeng became forest rangers. The two old opposites still often quarreled, but no matter how they quarreled, they could not affect their friendship, especially the unshakable belief in their hearts to protect a pure land.

Lin Jietian returned to Fuhai and returned to work in a law firm he was familiar with. He lived a very comfortable life and talked about a girlfriend who was a good person. She was expected to get married within the year, and the two elderly of the happy Lin family couldn't close their mouths. But in their hearts, they have always felt that something is missing. As for what is less, the two old people can't figure out, but they often go to the uninhabited room to clean, as if waiting for someone to come back.

The blood demon became Xue Mo and the director of the public security bureau of a certain place. The ancient demons under him have all become brave and shrewd police officers. The place has been rated as excellent and advanced public security many times, and the life of the police and people's family is very comfortable.

Moro turned into Moro, a psychologist who returned from overseas and specializes in solving emotional problems for others. It is said that his handsome appearance and rare good temper have fascinated many girls, but this psychologist seems to have long been interested in it and is still single.

"Shua, let me help you sweep the floor. Just sell flowers in your house. It's just right for me to do this kind of rough work." Morrow appeared at the door of a flower shop and said attentively to the young girl who was sweeping the floor that this was not a common performance for Moro, who had always been calm.

"No, Dr. Mo, go back quickly. Your psychological clinic is so busy that it will delay business if you come here all the time." The girl put the broom aside and raised her head and said seriously that her beautiful face under the afterglow of the sunset was enough to dim all beautiful things.

"Are you caring about me? Well, I'll come to see you in the evening." After saying that, Moro ran back to the clinic opposite the flower shop like a child, and Zhuo Xuaner couldn't laugh or cry.

"This Dr. Mo sometimes really doesn't understand what he is thinking." Zhuo Xuaner lowered her body and picked up the broom and swept it again. Suddenly, the sunset in front of her was blocked by a tall figure. A very familiar voice that she couldn't remember where she had heard sounded beside Zhuo Xuaner.

"Boss lady, a bouquet of the most beautiful roses, I want to give it to the most beautiful girl in the world."

Zhuo Xuaner slowly raised her head. She seemed to have heard this sentence, but she couldn't remember it. Looking at the tall young man in front of her, Zhuo Xuaner's tears suddenly flowed down involuntarily. Why do I cry? For whom did my tears flow?

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Take a shower first, and come out to make up for the speech later. Haha, I am a person who has no grades but likes to make a lot of noise. I have fulfilled my original promise. No matter how bleak my grades are, I will stick to a million words. Let me show off.