When he woke up from the dream, everything in the past three hundred years disappeared.
Looking back again,
A princess of the Celestial Clan, she was loved and loved but her past life was forgotten.
One is a god in the heaven, cold and arrogant but nostalgic for the world of mortals.
After drinking the water of the Wangchuan River under the Naihe Bridge, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
Yuxuan, if I had a choice, I would rather never step into the forbidden land of heaven and never meet Qingcang. In this way, I would never meet you... Three hundred years of waiting only resulted in your ruthless sword. The water of the Wangchuan River is so cold, but I don't feel it at all, because my heart has already been hurt by you.
At this point, I have no nostalgia for you. Three hundred years later, in Jiuchongtian, you and I pass each other again, and I will never hold your hand again...
You are like a rock, and I am like pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock does not shift.