"Lin Qian, you worthless person is worthy of your surname Lin?" At the wedding banquet, his fiancée tore up the marriage contract, and his family kicked him to the blacksmith shop to become an apprentice. No one knew that the ancient king of magic lived in the broken ring hanging around his neck. No one knew that this apprentice who worked every day was carving out lost ancient characters with a hammer - all magic was taking shape under his hammer. When the curse master crushed the academy door, Lin Qian silently raised the hammer, and the firebirds circled into the sky. The sky was as red as the blood letter he had written when he was kicked out of the house. **Broom? No, that's my wand. Blacksmith shop? No, that's where the magic comes from. **Ten days later, when the king returned, he knelt in front of his fiancée and said: "You abandoned me like a piece of grass at the beginning, but now I have made it impossible for you to reach."
