I am the king of the gods in the ninth heaven, with thousands of glory gathered into one body, so magnificent.
I am Ling Yang Baisang, the number one war god in the Nine Heavens of unknown origin. The bloody road and the mountain of corpses are so indifferent.
Thousands of sorrows, who exchanged the peace of the Nine Heavens at the cost of dignity. Clear the filth from under the throne?
"You don't understand her at all! The first war god of the gods is obviously the strongest! He can also claim to be the king... But she doesn't! Why... Don't you all long for the glory on the throne... Why is she so soft-hearted..."
"Ha... I obviously have a softer heart than anyone else, and I am obviously more used to seeing the sorrow of generations than anyone else... But why do you do that... Didn't you agree... Next year, let's watch the fireworks together..."
Scene one:
"Haha... Live happily, it doesn't matter if you die... Qingyan, when did you become so unrestrained?"
She looked at her open-mindedness and rare laughter. Her heart suddenly softened... She still couldn't bear to see her sad, even if she would fall in the end...
Scene two:
"I said that I am just a friend to Hua Yan. The Emperor must not ruin Hua Yan's reputation." Linyang's faint voice was filled with determination. She only said this was the last time, if he bothered her again next time. All she could do was... Except for this trouble.