She was the last surviving Red Lotus when the God Clan was destroyed.
But he is the last god.
When she first met him, she was wearing a red dress, and the brocade flowers all over the tree were integrated into the red handkerchief.
But things are unpredictable, and he misidentified her after all.
She resisted the last sword for him in the battle between gods and demons. The red handkerchief that they met for the first time was wrapped around her body. He finally understood everything, but it was already too late.
The red lotus has seven petals, and the soul is gone.
Ten thousand years later, a trace of immortal energy in the spiritual pool disturbed him, it seemed familiar yet strange.
"So what about ten thousand years of silence, so what about this sword, Xianchen, forget me."
"Bai Ze, in ten thousand years, I don't remember you."
The dark sacrifice is like light dust, and the red lotus pond is silent;
Kun Ming Yu is like a dream lake, and the White Fox River is mourning;
Surprise, surprise, surprise;
Before ecstasy, the red dust dream is frightening.