"Give me the antidote."
"There is no antidote to loneliness."
Shang Ting swallowed the remaining Liuyu Powder in one gulp, her eyes full of hatred.
"Oh, you risked your life for Baili Zechen."
It snowed heavily in Beijing. Under the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a figure stood tall and lonely. Since the death of Shang Qinghe, the health of the leader of Tianjing Kingdom has become worse day by day. He died of illness at the age of thirty. He had no concubines and no heirs. In such a large imperial mausoleum, only his tomb stands side by side with that of Shang Qinghe.
"Tourists are following closely. These are newly unearthed cultural relics."
Shang Ting followed the tour guide. Through the shiny glass wall, she saw a dazzling necklace. The necklace pattern was a lotus carved from fine sapphire. The lotus leaves were clustered around the lotus, making it look vivid.
"This necklace is six hundred years old, and the owner of the necklace has not yet been identified."
Erkeng: "The Breeze Shares This Time"
A little bit of both fairy tales and monster-fighting and upgrades.
"Qingfeng, this is the first time I call you this and it will also be the last time. Don't take revenge after I die. Don't miss me... Take good care of Minglang."
Concept: Women are independent individuals from any perspective