On the day when the demon clan was wiped out, Yang Xueyi was pushed into the teleportation array by her parents. Her father whispered, "Remember your birthday, that thunder", which became her most painful mystery.
After finding his eldest brother Yang Fan, he led his troops back to the mortal world and saved his parents and the people in the city with blood. The princess rewarded him with an arrow that pierced his chest in the night - the blood was soaked in the auspicious cloud jade pendant given by Master Qiyu, and the rays of light shot straight into the sky.
The "Jiutian Lei Yinpei" that no one has been able to contract for thousands of years has recognized a mortal girl as its master.
"I've finally waited for you, little Thor."
Thousands of miles away, the distracted master Qi Yu dropped the tea cup, and the ice-blue eyes of the cold-faced senior brother Zong Ze suddenly shattered. The true purpose of the demons breaking through the world, the strange thunder disaster on the night of her birth, the secret of the inheritance of the godhead - all the fragments were pieced together into the truth at the moment the jade pendant contract was completed: the soul of an ancient thunder god slept in her body.
Returning to the world of immortality, she was accepted by Qi Yu as a close disciple and practiced together with Zong Ze. The Lord of the Demons was pressing forward step by step, and the battle of gods was imminent, and that cold and frosty figure used his shield to block the fatal blow for her in the desperate situation, and then asked in a mute voice.
"When you were crying and calling me daddy on the streets of Qian'an, I was thinking, can I let you just call me by my name in the future?"
A mortal princess with thunder in her hand, a cold-faced swordsman, a long-lasting heartbeat. From the joys and sorrows of blood and fire to the nine-day ascension, she is the only lightning he wants to protect, and he is the return she wants to stop in this life.
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Intention: The thunder in the palm is tempered, the frost and snow in the heart finally melt, this body is not only a god.