In his previous life, he was a demon king who could cover the sky with one hand and call for wind and rain. Suffering all kinds of torture, bearing a blood feud, and vowing to destroy the Six Realms.
Seeing the revenge was over, I should have been extremely happy, but looking back at my old friend, I redeemed him and passed away.
His heart felt ashen, it was still in the dead of night, and the thin quilt could not withstand the cold that corroded his bones. No one can talk to him at night by candlelight or sing songs over wine. No one could smile so warmly and hold him in his arms.
His sins were serious and he was criticized and cursed by thousands of people. He thinks that the world despises him and despises him, but he just retaliates tooth for tooth and eye for eye. Millions of corpses were lying on the ground, bleeding and floating in the oars. He regarded them all as nothing more than grass and grass.
He was ruthless and ruthless, and he tried all his tricks, but someone used a tragic method to atone for his sins by dying.
Fang felt that he was finally defeated and confused.
At dusk in the cold mountains, there are lonely shadows and lonely buildings, leaving the world behind, and there is no way back. The plum blossom in front of the hall is still blooming brightly, with a faint fragrance floating around.
But the old love is mottled.
He committed suicide in Cuiwei Hall.
If your hands are stained with blood, you will surely fall into the eighteenth level of hell and suffer endless torture.
In this life, I am trapped in a cocoon and wither away in an instant.
In this life, he was reincarnated as the third prince of the Heavenly Palace, and all the past events were forgotten. The young man is high-spirited and has lofty ambitions. He is determined to quell the chaos and restore peace to the sea and rivers in the world. However, there are twists and turns, and who will we meet on the narrow road?
When I dream back at midnight, I always dream of a lonely person huddled under a nearly dead plum blossom tree. The person murmurs incoherently: "Qing, I'm cold, please hug me."
Ah Qing, I'm cold, can you, can you hug me?
But when I woke up from the dream, I felt lonely and cold to the core, and no old friends came.
Even if I exhaust this life, I won't be able to end it
Purpose: stick to one's heart, help the times and benefit the world, and have deep feelings of friendship