This confirms that there is indeed something to be said for "the incompatibility of the eight characters".
On the battlefield when I was 130,000 years old, I was struck to death by a well-aimed lightning strike from Xuan Rong, which was in compliance with the rules of coexistence between the gods and demons - either you die or I live.
One hundred and fifty thousand years later, I woke up from my deep sleep and remembered my sworn feud with Xuan Rong. The first thing I did after waking up was to ask him to meet at the old place to settle old scores. Instead, he brought a child with red lips and white teeth, pointed at me and said to the child with a pleasant face: "Hao'er, call me Queen."
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