The plan to fight Tingli is to use Qian Wan.
Qianwan, do you really want to be my enemy? Tingli asked.
Qian Wan remained silent.
Tingli, it was you who forced me to use Qian Wan. Cong Yandao.
Sang Bai is a prophet who came here a year ago. No one knows where she comes from, and no one knows her original identity.
It was rumored that the god doted on her to no end, and that was indeed the case.
"The prophecy has been broken. This is the most beautiful dawn I have ever seen." Sang Bai said.
Qian Wan couldn't bear to kill him, and from then on, Ting Li became a useless person.
"Congyan, did you know that I had the intention of killing you from the beginning?" Sang Bai pulled out the blood-stained dagger from Congyan's chest and looked at him condescendingly.
"I know."
"Then..." Before Sang Bai could finish his sentence, Congyan interrupted and said, "Tingli is your brother. Now that I'm destroying him, you should kill me. Even if I have to choose again, I'm willing to do it."
Tingli said: "Sang Sang, please don't cry. Although I am a disabled person, don't blame Cong Yan. He deliberately fell into your trap. He said he can't let the world down, so naturally he doesn't want to see Sang Sang in trouble."
Suddenly, Sang Bai burst into tears.
Everyone in the world said that Sang Bai was ruthless and had a heart like a snake and scorpion. God treated her so well, but he never felt moved. But no one knew that she had fallen since Yan brought her back to the temple and called her Sangsang for the first time.
A song of Qingcheng is filled with sorrow, and a faint smile is drunken and glitzy.