If I, Miaoshou, were a poor person who didn't know the changes in the world and wasn't proficient in Qimen Dunjia, I might still have a chance of survival.
Standing on the oasis, Shuobai looked at the country of Mang that was swallowed up by the desert. He was determined and never repented.
"No, your masterful hand must have such ability, otherwise you will never be able to catch my Shuo Bai's eye."
"They say actors are ruthless, but from my point of view, emperors are extremely ruthless."
"My kindness has disappeared long ago when I ascended this throne."
I don't know how many years have passed, but he still remembers the smile on that bitter but persevering face.