"Chang Lin, I have entrusted you with a task. I want you to go down the mountain and find someone." Zen Master Kongdu looked at the kneeling disciple in front of him and touched his beard happily. "When you return, the position of chief disciple will be yours."
Mu Changlin kowtowed heavily and stood up. Although there was a kind and shy smile on his face, his eyes were still calm. He clasped his hands and said, "I will obey my master's orders."
He, Mu Changlin, had no control over his fate in his life. He originally thought he would go through life like this until he met Long Dingbo.
He, Long Dingbo, has been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. Long Qi, the youngest prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, has always wanted wind, and rain has always been his.
So what does Long Dingbo want?
Who has fallen into whose net, and who has already weaved the net for whom?
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This is a bloody story about thunder rolling from the sky, a strong attack, a strong attack and a scumbag attack.