"Shangxian Fenglin has returned to the throne!!!"
"What are you shouting for? It's Lord Shenjun!"
Feng Lin staggered and followed step by step, but the resentful look in her eyes didn't look like the joy of returning from a catastrophe, but more like someone who had come back to collect debts.
Le Yi, you didn't expect that I would still come back.
But it was not Le Yi who rushed out from Chonghua Gate, but the panicked Zhaohua.
Everyone saluted: "Xianjun Zhaohua."
She looked stern. The little Xian'e could actually become an immortal king. Le Yi must have put a lot of thought into it...
A fishy smell escaped from her throat unexpectedly.
"Cough cough cough——"
She couldn't stop coughing until there was no blood in her mouth.
"No... It's not a god! It's an emperor! He's the second true ancient emperor in ten thousand years!!!"
Concept: The person in front of you is your sweetheart, but what you see may not be true.