Four years ago, when she was six years old, she looked helplessly and hatefully at the group of gods in front of her: The hatred of genocide is irreconcilable. If I were left alive, the day I come back would be the time for you to pay for your blood debt.
Four years later, despairing, she looked at the people who once warmed her, but now wanted to tear her into pieces and slowly said: Four years ago, if you hadn't saved me, there would be no one like Qing Wushuang in the world. You are kind to me, and I will protect you even if I risk my life. But I never imagined that this would be the result. Forget it, I will repay your kindness today, and from now on, we will be strangers. He turned around and thought about the gods whom he wished he could eat with their skin and bones: I am incompetent and unable to take revenge today, but as long as I live, I will make it difficult for you to sleep and eat. After saying this, the inner alchemy was shattered...
Five years later, she came back with a phoenix in her eyes: What you owe me, you must pay it back now!