The ancient continent is dark and twilight, changing every thousand years.
The phantom pupils are long and the rainbow is shining through the sky at the end of the country.
He has the ability to destroy the common people, but he is as stupid as an idiot; his charming appearance and noble bloodline cannot escape the fate of being played with by others; he has fallen into the deepest part of hell in exchange for flowers blooming on the other side, and endured the pain of heartbreak in exchange for the white phoenix nirvana. The eyes of the whole world are watching him, holding their breaths and trembling, waiting for him, who is in a high position, to stretch out his fingers and gently crush this aging dynasty.
Humph, how can the world understand him?
Alas, even that little woman who is smart and smart, and can give her a copper coin to live ten, ten, hundred, and hundreds of millions, how can she understand him?
His woman gave up the man she loved most at the age of fifteen, abandoned the man she loved most at the age of twenty-one, and tried to destroy herself at the age of twenty-three, all she wanted was "peace." She called for it, but what she asked for was very little. The word peace was as light as a floating dream in this unstable country. If she wanted to ask for it, he would spend his whole life to protect her dream from breaking.