In this world, telling the truth gives birth to glass butterflies, and telling lies gives birth to black thorns.
Jiang Zhuye, as a container that holds the world's turbid air, is covered in blood and stained by everyone, and everyone avoids him. The chief judge, who held the lantern, wanted to use him to make medicine, and the high priest wanted to destroy him as waste.
However, Shen Qingzhou, the supreme Holy See who was high on the altar and had no sense of pain or emotion, bit him like a mad dog and wouldn't let go.
When Green Tea pretended to be injured and fell into Jiang Zhuye's arms to seek comfort, foul-smelling black thorns arose all over his body. Shen Qingzhu dropped a thousand kilograms of gravity from the air and instantly crushed Green Tea's spine: "You can touch him too?"
In the majestic black rain, Jiang Zhuye was trying to protect the civilians when the turbid air backfired, and his memory began to dissolve. He roared and pushed Shen Qingzhou away: "Get out! The smell of my blood will stain you!"
However, Shen Qingzhou forcibly opened the mental barrier, hugged him tightly in his arms, shouted with red eyes: "Even if I forget myself, I will never forget you!"
Glazed butterflies exploded all over the sky, and the whole world finally knew that the almighty gods had long become the subordinates of this evil ghost in the abyss.
