"From today on, you are no longer a god!" When the descendants of the Gods rose up again after returning to seclusion, they had to bear the fate of the Gods. "If sacrifice can protect the peace of this world, how can I choose my own selfish interests?"
After calm, there will be no immortality in this world.
As time goes by, the man with white clothes and black hair is still playing the piano under the melon and vine tree.
"This year's melons are greener than in previous years."
"No need to wait any longer." Yiren smiled Qiao
"If it were you, so what if you wait for tens of thousands of years."