I think back to the early days of Zhou Pingchu, when the crown prince was the son and the eldest grandson of the emperor.
Identity, status, wealth and splendor, he was born with countless favors and had everything.
However, the palace was constantly changing, and overnight, he suddenly lost everything. The mountains and rivers were stained with the blood of his closest relatives, and he struggled to be reborn from the lives of others.
Ten years of silence have covered the whole body with bloody evil. He returns with the face of an ancient Buddha and the heart of a Rakshasa. Camp every step of the way and kill all the evildoers.
He also has Xiao Qiao, his childhood sweetheart. Ten years of separation have been painful, and half of my life has not been full of joy.
The most selfish thing he has ever done in his life is probably to build a bronze bird tower and lock her tightly to him.
He was never Zhou Yu. He was cruel and cruel, and would rather bring down the world and live and die in a joke.
Ah Qiao, just marry Cao Cao.
Not getting married? Gotta get married too! !
