"I am the Queen of the Ice Clan, but I ended up being killed by the Blood Flower Clan. Oh, I am really ashamed of my ancestors!" Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps not far away, Lian Ran said with a bitter smile. Even if the feelings in the past were deeper than the sea, he still couldn't resist the temptation of that moment and wanted more. What kind of person is this? Lian Ran spent a lot of effort to open his eyes slightly, and saw Long Yin raising his hand tremblingly, with his own image reflected in his eyes. How miserable was it? ! But in those eyes, the calmness no longer existed. Lian Ran shook his head slightly and took his last breath.
A hundred years later, Yue Lianran succeeded her father, ascended the throne of the Ice Clan and became queen. At only nine thousand years old, she resolutely shouldered this heavy burden. However, I never imagined how bumpy and heartbreaking the road ahead would be. . . . . .