[The growth story of the good-for-nothing young master]
I am a good-for-nothing young master.
He can't lift his hands, can't resist his shoulders, and faints when he sees blood, but he is the young master of Yunshuigong, the number one cult in the world.
I have the best dad in the world.
First in martial arts, first in beauty, and first in cold-bloodedness. He is the lord of Yunshui Palace, Shui Shuiyun.
If he hadn't shed blood to recognize his kin, I wouldn't believe it even to death, that such a man between a god and a lunatic could be my father. And what's even more infuriating is that he looks barely a few years older than me.
And since I recognized my father, my nightmare began.
The first bolt from the blue he gave me was my name.
He said: "Don't tell people your name is Wang Xiaoming again!! Remember your original name: Shui Bingyue!"
[The copywriting is terrible, but I'm too lazy to change it. It is different from the style of the main text ~ In short, this is the story of two lonely people. The story of a lonely god and a lonely hapless father and son