A strong gust of wind suddenly broke through the door, and a tall white figure flashed in front of the bed. In the midst of the sparks and flints, the emperor was already covering three inches of his penis, crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf, rolling in a ball on the ground with a hideous face.
Mo Jingsi was filled with evil aura, and his cold breath froze the air around him. Silver hair was flying behind him, the sword in his big hand with sharp bones was dripping with blood, and a shaky scabbard hung on the wall beside him.
Mo Jingsi stared at the person huddled in the corner of the bed, forced to be a stranger, and felt heartbroken beyond measure. I dare not think about what would happen if I were one step later. Will the person in front of me disappear? When I think of the heartbreaking experience back then, my sanity collapses uncontrollably.
Shu Yingchen looked up at the man who had descended like a god in front of him. Although he was exuding a winter-like aura, the eyes looking at him were as deep as a pool of water, so deep.
Such a strange man made him feel at ease like never before.
——In the fantasy country of Wuzhou Continent, primitive and strange races gradually emerged in the world. How did the unknown son of the general at Izumo Pavilion trigger the entanglement between the three kingdoms? Why did the legendary mysterious priest of Baixiang Kingdom wash his marrow and remove his bones just to step down from the altar?