[The proton I raised is the god of destruction.
Everyone knows that I am the sharpest blade in the Zhenbei Palace, but I was forced to take over a small hostage sent by an enemy country.
Her name is Yun Zhao, she is seven years old, as thin as a leaf, but the look in her eyes when she looks at me is surprisingly calm.
I taught her how to read and ride horses, and I protected her from open and covert attacks.
I thought I was raising an obedient bird until the night of the palace banquet——
The assassin's knife tip was pressed against her throat, but she raised her eyes and smiled softly, and the spring flowers in the palace suddenly withered.
Later, her identity shocked the world.
Guanxing Pavilion wants to use her to refine medicine, and the royal family wants to use her to sacrifice to heaven.
I raised my sword and stood in front of her. They said, "Xie Heng, she is the descendant of the Spring God who brings disaster to the world. If we hand her over, the world will be at peace."
I chopped off the head, blood splashed on the corners of the robe:
"My world is hers."
Later, when the mountains and rivers overturned, she stood in front of everyone.
The girl who regained her power lowered her eyes and asked me:
"Brother, what if the world I want to save cannot tolerate you and me?"
I took her hand and pointed my sword at the sky:
"Then let's change the world."
——The formation of pseudo-siblings｜Two-way redemption｜I split mountains and seas for the gods
