I came to this world thirty-five thousand years late, but I was lucky: my father was the first phoenix since the beginning of the world, and my teacher was Pangu's wife, the Saint of Taiyuan. A good start is half the battle, and my road to becoming a god has been smooth sailing.
I have always firmly believed that as a pampered second-generation god, my qualifications and divine attributes are first-class, otherwise God would not have promised me to his son three times.
Why! I once didn't understand love and blew away the red and pink peach blossom cloud.
Why! I once didn't understand the responsibility and lived the leisurely life of Yuan Jun lazily.
Nowadays, the world is in catastrophe, and the king of heaven has not yet been determined, but I am involved in love at this time.
You said to me: "If love comes later, it won't go too early."
So, is ten thousand years enough?
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The night breeze was gentle, and your slender fingers caressed my hair, bringing me into a warm and quiet dream: "I have already planted the Salha flower for you somewhere, just for the intersection of souls."