[Two male protagonists + apocalypse + gods + slow heat] Thousand-year-old demon sword × silent mixed-race boy
Lin Luo, the most silent young man in Gray Castle, picked up a knife in the ruins.
Dao came to life, and Dao called him "Luo Luo". Dao said: I have been waiting for you all my life.
Lin Luo didn't know who he was. I only know that when someone calls a three-syllable name in a dream, my chest will feel tight.
He also didn't know that he had the blood of the gods flowing in his body, that he would be hunted down by the gods, and coveted by humans. He was the last person who should exist in this world.
But someone stood in front of him.
Red clothes, black hair, red-gold eyes. After living for thousands of years, I lived only for him.
"When I call you, just turn around."
He looked back. Came back every time.
"My presence is the best love word."
