Feng Ling woke up from her deep sleep, and many things were no longer what she remembered.
The demons have made a comeback and occupy a corner to compete with the heaven. But this new demon king in the demon world is the one he loves. After not seeing each other for three thousand years, the black hair on his head turned into white hair. He was dressed in glazed white clothes and looked cold and cold-hearted. He looked like an ice sculpture, looking down at everything from a high position. He is no longer the little demon who needed her protection three thousand years ago.
Demon Lord, what about the Demon Lord? She loves him! When she knew that he was going to get married to a girl from the human world! Regardless of the danger, she resolutely sneaked into the devil world to find him.
However, this was the beginning of a misunderstanding. He regarded her as his enemy, and he was so scheming that he wished he could crush her into ashes! When Feng Ling was tortured, she thought more than once, Ye Wuday, you just rely on me to love you. If I don't love you, I can leave without hesitation. However, I can't help but love you.
On the bank of the Styx River, Sanshenglu River. There is someone there who can disturb Feng Ling's mood, Mo Feichen. That gentle, cold and noble man was a gentle spring breeze in her heart. When she was at her lowest and most in need of help, he would always be by her side. But as soon as he appears, some unexperienced past will appear in Feng Ling's mind.
A cup of vanity, a dream for thousands of years. After going around in circles for tens of thousands of years, she realized that the only person she had ever owed in this world was him.