In the sixteenth year of the twentieth spring, the mainland was opened.
Sitting in the dungeon was a man in ragged clothes and covered in blood, confused.
He used his magic power to turn the compass in front of him. After a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood and said to the tall man on the side: "The abilities of ordinary people are limited. From now on, whether you are a devil or a god, it all depends on that person."
Hearing this, the man smiled evilly: "I am a devil or a god, what does it matter to others? I insist on going my own way, how can others shake me even a little bit?"
"It turns out that the sage in the Shenji Pavilion is actually a lunatic who speaks nonsense and nonsense."
Sheng Lao Piaomiao smiled and shook his head.
"Master Qi, no matter how powerful you are, there are things in this world that you cannot control."
"That's emotion."
Concept: Every villain is not an absolute villain