The heart dies in ashes, but the soul is reborn in another world
She was dressed in a feathered robe, with a flawless face, and looked back with peerless elegance. A green sword, as cold as snow, can go into battle alone without fear of millions of troops. All the heroes in the world are enamored of him, but they are not sentimental at all.
"I don't even know what I want, how to give you hope. Let me go, and let yourself go." Su Xuege's voice was as cold as rain, self-controlling, and she gently touched the sword in her sleeve as if looking for some solace. The woman in plain clothes lowered her head and could only see her unique side face, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
He is the most powerful person in the world and controls all the powerful people in the world. Turning one's hands turns into rain and turning one's hands into clouds. With a snap of one's fingers, one can conquer thousands of miles. With a wave of one's sleeves, one can destroy a city and destroy a country. If one has to march tens of millions of people, there is no plan left.
"I know I want you, and you don't have to think about anything. If you want to fly, I will treat the world as a cage, and if you want to leave, I will treat the end of the world as a forbidden land." The man in brocade clothes hugged the woman in front of him domineeringly but tenderly, hating her stubbornness and feeling sorry for her heartache. No matter what the supreme being in the world, no matter the glory and wealth, but in the world, only this extremely cold woman can never let go.
They were a pair of dragons and phoenixes in a troubled world.