"He stepped on the blood of his brothers to sit on the throne of the God of War, and was ultimately pushed into hell by his brothers' own hands."
Xiao Han, the God of War of the Apocalypse, spent his whole life bravely fighting against the mountains and rivers, but what he got in return was a heart-cutting edict on the day of triumph——
"Withholding military pay and plotting evil intentions, he will be exiled to Snow Wolf Castle and will not be able to return for the rest of his life!"
At the end of the wind and snow, he met the woman who was cutting out the wounds and healing them without blinking an eye. She saved his life, but sarcastically said:
"Lord God of War, your life is now under my control. If you continue to be a sack, be careful as I drain your blood!"
When the conspiracy in Kyoto stirred up trouble again, she used the silver needle as a blade to die with him:
"The King of Hell accepts you? I asked the needle in my hand whether I would accept it or not!"
He thought he would be able to hold the mountains and rivers in his hands in this life, but he saw her blood-stained snowy valley with his own eyes——
She smiled and swallowed her last breath: "This time... My blood was finally used on the blade..."
Many years later, a monument without words appeared deep in the mountains of the north.
Someone saw a mute miracle doctor sitting quietly in front of the monument all day long, with fresh snow falling on his shoulders.
He held half of the bloody stone in his arms, and the temperature in his palms burned through the ice:
"Qing'er, the mountains and rivers you protect... I'm watching over for you."
——It's just that there is no spring scenery in these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and he is the only one left, walking in the snow and returning home alone.
