A sword pierced the heart, peeling off the bones, Nanli smiled miserably, and was lost in the past. But there was a man who was silent and smiling, but took care of her all the time. He told her that he would not save the world alone, he wanted the world to save himself. He was not a hero in the world, everyone was a hero in the world. "Meng Tingyi, can you let me save you, let me be your hero?" Let's see how the little god of Nanling bears the ridicule of the immortals for the southern barbarian land, strengthens her South Vietnam, and uses her male votes to strengthen their world.