爽一点搔一点叫大声点

In the distant place, the incarnation of the Great Demon God of Cixiu watched what seemed like rounds of suns appearing one after another. He felt the tragedy in it, which even touched his long-standing memories. He couldn't help but sigh softly: Even I hope that my mind will die. Maybe, my mind will die. It is really possible to fall into the hands of these indigenous people....