A dazzling sword light fell from the sky, and the power of destroying the world was draped directly on Xiao Qi's body.
"Is it wrong to be born a monster?" At the moment of his death, Xiao Qi took one last look at Fengyang standing on the top of the glacier, and his consciousness gradually blurred...
"It's not my fault that I was born a monster..."
"Why are you doing this to me..."
"I hate you..."
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...
Xiaoqi was lying in the ice waterfall among the thousands-year-old glacier in the north, waiting for the chance to wake up with resentment and hatred...
Intention: It's not my fault that I was born a monster, I just want to live a good life...
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