The girl who had her spiritual roots dug out by her loved ones gritted her silver teeth, and the bloody moons bloomed in her pupils - the heartbeat of the betrayer was really noisy.
The continent of Cultivation trembled to witness: That gentle-spoken down-and-out nobleman stepped on the remnant soul of his blackened best friend, and pointed his jade finger at the silver scales of the sickly young master's throat. You will kiss me in three seconds.
When the alien bloodline shattered the human imperial power, her silver hair surged like moonlight, and the entangled Night Owl behind her spread its cage-like wings. The throne of Iseland is only worthy of being stained with the color of your eyes.
On the day when Heaven dropped the Blood Moon Tribulation Thunder, the three realms heard the clear sound of the Empress' crown falling to the ground - what is reflected in my eyes has always been your Achilles' heel.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
