Mu Junyao was a short-lived emperor. He died at the age of twenty-four when he was supposed to be in his prime. After passing the gate of hell and walking on the road to hell, I looked at the hometown terrace with tears in my eyes. Just when I was finishing a bowl of Meng Po soup, my soul was dragged to the modern age by a sudden mysterious force, and I transformed into a three-dimensional star that people talked about.
Mu Junyao: "Who are you?"
Gui Wu: "Your pulse-protecting dragon god."
Mu Junyao: "Why can't I see you?"
Gui Wu: "..." Because you haven't fallen in love with me yet.
Is this already over?