A pool of dark red blood remained on the ground, about to dry up... A man wearing a thin shirt walked out of the white light. His face was extremely handsome, and he was calm and composed with a bit of pious childishness. He was alone, as if he had come from the first separation of heaven and earth. "Thanks to the protection of thousands of years, my Poseidon master..." He lowered his body and lowered his head to scan carefully... Finally, he collected the last fragment of the broken consciousness in the condensed blood. He breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly laughed softly, his smile was extremely cold. "It's not impossible to do it again... As long as you are willing, I will be the sword in your hand! Go to heaven and earth and wipe out all the ants in the world!..." What comes into view is the supreme hall... Who has the clear eyes and solitary beauty, wearing a black shirt, stationed there for thousands of years? ... Who speaks lightly yet displays such majesty that makes people crawl at their feet? ... Whose eyes and brows are full of doting, and his eyes are locked on a girl in red who stepped in from the outside? ... Who was caught by the chin and kissed with tongue? ... Who gave a very important thing to someone in this palace... Holding hands and looking at each other? ... Who is it... His mind suddenly went blank, and the illusive scene flowed like clouds and smoke, and the stubbornness disappeared. There was a pair of burning eyes staring at me in the quiet and dark hall, as if surprised that I had intruded in at that time, and it was very unbelievable...
Intention: bear the burden and move forward, accept adversity