Ji Zhenliu, the next owner of the Temple of War with great military exploits, returned to his hometown, only to find his wife and daughter being penned in front of a doghouse like animals, eating cold food. Three thousand days and nights of hard work, in exchange for a divorce agreement colder than the King of Hell.
He smiled and tore up the piece of paper: "Sign it? Lord and wife of millions of soldiers, can you bear it?"
With one order, one hundred thousand retired war gods rushed across the city. Those who insulted her in the past are now kneeling all over the street. The cold eyes and slaps I owe can be repaid a hundred times over. Tremble, the weather in this city needs to change.
