After the Enemy Crawled Out of the Grave

- All the ways are exhausted, the devil's abyss opens, and the fortunes of all races are on the verge of collapse. However, although the way of heaven has been damaged, its shadow is still there. There were seven geniuses that were rare in a thousand years that year, and the demon race accounted for two of them. For Su Qi, nine out of ten things in life are satisfactory, and the rest of the unsatisfactory things are all on Yi Yun. People who have been compared together since birth either cherish each other or hate each other. Unfortunately, they are the latter, mortal enemies. There is me without him, there is him without me. —— At the coming-of-age ceremony, when asked about good or bad luck, the tortoise shell was broken, and the two fate lines were completely different. A son with the fate of a demon king, the master of rejuvenating the country. A child's life is extremely short, and his body and soul will disappear. The prophecy fell into place, and the whole place was silent. The secret is not yet revealed, the two lines are of the same origin and color, and I don't know who is alive and who is dead. Su Qi first smiled and said, "That's a good relationship. I'll take care of the suona team for you first. I'll give you a grand burial." Yi Yun: "What a coincidence, the spiritual fruit sacrifices are all ready. I'm afraid you are in the underworld and can't eat them." "Tough talk." "Each other." The two of them glared at each other, snorted at the same time, turned around, and went their separate ways. —— Destiny is unpredictable, life and death are unpredictable. Su Yi failed to cross the tribulation, and his soul was destroyed. The snow falls on the tombstone, and the sky and the earth are pure. The newly filled soil was filled with moisture, and the wine, wine, and fruits were arranged in a crowded row, making the place even more lonely. Yi Yun stood in front of the grave with his hands behind his hands, wanting to laugh at him a few words, but when the words came to his lips, his interest waned. This person was so lively during his life. If he knew that his residence would be so deserted after his death, he would probably make a lot of noise. Seeing that they had been fighting for many years, he invited Su Yi's favorite opera troupe to play and sing once a month to add some liveliness. —— When Su Yi awakened his ancient bloodline, condensed his soul, recast his demon body, crawled out of the tomb, and was ready to show off to his mortal enemy. When I poked my head in, I looked at each other in confusion with a group of people who played, played, played and sang. The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. *The copywriting has been modified, but the core message remains unchanged. The original copy was written many years ago. Looking back now I am not very satisfied with it, so I revised it again. Intention: to be added