Bai Qisheng is a close disciple of Master Wang Zhao. From the day he hurt himself with a knife and sold himself to Dongchang, he was ranked eleventh.
The feminine prince died suddenly in his arms. Every line in his suicide note was miserable and confusing, and it was horrifying to think about it carefully.
The flying dancer jumped to his death from the top of the pagoda, and the armbands that never left his body were arranged into strange charms.
The head of Jin Yiwei suddenly appeared on the painted beams of the magnificently completed palace, and his bloody fingerprints pointed to the place where he was seated.
There is a nursery rhyme circulated in the capital, Bai Qisheng during the day is the sweet and cute Bai Yueguang, and Eleven Lang at night is the real murderer Asura. The man behind the scenes has gathered deadly malice to target the cold and beautiful man...
People all over the world were frightened, guessing that he, who had transformed into a monster, was harboring ulterior secrets, either for destruction or revenge.
Eleven Lang, what do you want? The dying master lit the seven-step lantern to kill the immortal.
Speak for the dead and speak for the rights of the living. Bai Qisheng checked his name off the Dongchang roster, and cut out the candle of life with his long sword...
Intention: If you are full of hope, you will be invincible.
