Shujuan Yimeng Fan Fan Guardian Male God

When the mist turns to frost on my fingertips, I know that there is no room for weakness in this world. Intrigues are surging, and there is an undercurrent in the world. How much sincerity is hidden under the mask, and how many calculations are hidden in the hat. The red walls and gold tiles intersect with the light and shadow of swords. Look at "Shujuan Yimeng", they use power as a chess and the rivers and lakes as a chessboard to write a thrilling game of fate. An imperial edict set off an undercurrent, and the Qiao clan's blade was already hanging on the side of the south girder neck. He stood in front of the temple as independent as a lone pine, his eyebrows and eyebrows were as cold as snow on cold branches, but they lit up a prairie fire in my heart. Fate has involved us in the same chess game, and I am the chess piece that does not want to be manipulated. When we first met, my life was hanging by a thread, and the man in black followed me like a shadow; when we met again, he came with his hands behind his back, as cold as the moon, but he broke his precepts and became emotional for me. The conspiracy is like a net, and every step is dangerous. I use my modern mind to use the power of the system to navigate through it, and protect him from the wind and waves time and time again. But every time I took action, I fell deeper into this quagmire - to save him, I had to learn to be more ruthless than the enemy. If love is light, then what it illuminates is how I transformed from cowardice to coldness. He once promised me a stable life, but this dynasty is about to be stormy, and I am willing to hold his sword and wear his armor. But when the court is stained with blood and the old dreams are shattered, can you and I still remember the first thousand-year-old throbbing in our eyes? You are the protector of all things. There is a bit of connection with the Qiao clan in "Broken Waist"