On a rainy night when all the meridians were cut off, Lin Xuan bared his blood-stained teeth in a pool of blood. The cold mechanical sound in his head exploded: [The Destiny System is activated - kill the enemy and reward the "Ancient Divine Art"; the mission fails, and the life span is halved]. The children of the aristocratic family who used to mock him didn't know that this loser who always took a nap in the corner was using the system interface to scan their weak points. When Su Qingyue, who had escaped from marriage in the upper world, put a sword on his neck, the young man smiled harmlessly: "Girl, cooperation is fine, but don't be tempted by me."
When Ye Lingtian brought millions of monks to the lower realm, black flames swallowed up the world and the world rose from Lin Xuan's palm. The hermit Mo Wuhen screamed before his death: "The so-called system is just a prison for the host to be held captive by Heaven!" The red wedding dress bloomed on the ninth level of heaven. Su Qingyue crushed the jade tablet of her life: "Now, your mission is to kill me, right?"
In this game of chess, the waste wood is black and the sky is white.
