At the top of Nanhua, on the ninth level of heaven, she is the youngest but unparalleled noble God Congyu, whom all the immortals call "Phoenix King". Whether it is the marriage being broken off by the eldest grandson of the Emperor of Heaven, or being entangled by an old love again. Lingyu's thoughts were all about his father's last words: guard Nanyu Mountain.
But wait, this man who walks outside the six realms and is not among the five elements, who does not go up to the clouds of fire and ignores the Yaochi and the Emperor of Heaven, who is not in the Three Religions and Bliss, who does not belong to the King of Humans and the Emperor of Ghosts, is called a Saint King by all the immortals.
Suddenly one day I asked myself: Fengjun, do you want me to marry to Nanyu Mountain, or will you marry me to Nanyu Mountain.
Cong Yu looked at the man opposite him, whose eyes were full of innocence and innocence.
He waved his sleeves and wiped the trace of redness left between his nose, and patted his chest with a proud voice: "Okay, let's get married on that date, husband."