Cheng Han was hunted by the Wang family, and his girlfriend died in his arms without closing his eyes.
Before he died, he saw a purple-red crack open in the sky.
Open your eyes again——
A sea of dark green clouds surges beneath your feet, a giant blue mountain hangs on the horizon, a dragon solidifies above your head, and everyone around you has a modeled face.
"You can still live after failing to overcome the tribulation. You kid has a hard life."
Cheng Han lowered his head and looked at his intact chest.
He smiled.
"Book of Mountains and Seas? Are you kidding me?"
Later, everyone in Guixuyuan knew that there was a white-haired madman in this place.
He fights without reason, curses without using curse words, and can blow holes in the sky during a thunderstorm.
He doesn't like anyone.
Except for one woman.
A woman he had never seen before, but seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
——Wait, is it a woman?
It's a prayer.
He is a direct descendant of the Qi family and a noble being with ancient bloodline.
Her long pink hair is the color of fresh snow, her face is as delicate as a porcelain doll, her eyebrows are cold and aloof, and her figure is slender and tall.
Her music can make violent beasts crawl, and her eyes can make masters from the three great families fall to their knees.
But she is only gentle to one person.
Cheng Han picked up a pink hair on the way to escape, listened to a ballad about the "Pink-Haired Goddess", and was saved by the sound of an ethereal piano when he was about to die.
He walked away cursing Chapter 179.
In Chapter 180, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and a pink petal fell on the back of his blood-stained hand.
She came through the snow and only said one sentence:
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
Cheng Han was stunned for two seconds, then gave a bloody smile:
"
This is really good