Southern Xia Dynasty

The full text is archived, and the cover has been bought # Everyone in the world is legendary about her beauty. Only Xia Rui knew that her most attractive thing was not her beauty. How many beautiful women are there in this world? The most special thing about hope is her unique light. In silence, there is snow in the capped mountains. Pull out the plain female sword, and she will become a young god with a radiant glow. # The huge golden hall was empty, except for two candlesticks placed on the desk, which was covered with piles of letters and copywriting. The firelight reflected Xia Rui's thoughtful face. He was just missing someone at the moment. A woman wearing purple clothes and carrying a sword on her back turned her eyes and smiled—— She supported her forehead with her hands and raised her eyes to look at him. The goddess hope was only seven years old when she came down the mountain. She was dressed in purple and carried a plain female sword that was as tall as her. Seven and five years old, the age of childhood sweethearts. But he angrily drove her away. And later... Xia Rui closed her eyes. Later, when they parted in Kunlun Snow Mountain, hope told him that she knew about his marriage to Ji Bao. The sentence "I know" is clear and light. But two rows of long eyelashes as clear as dense snow hung down. And later... Hope gradually turned her back to him and walked away, her purple leather boots falling into the deep snow, as light as a feather. The never-ending snow in Kunlun dyed her purple clothes white, and the snow fell on her ears and temples, as if she had turned white before him. Xia Rui shouted loudly: "I won't marry you alone!" Hope paused. Xia Rui raised her feet to catch up with her, grabbed her arm, and said louder: "I won't marry her!" Hope looked up, looking at him with a pair of snowy eyes motionless. He was forced to blurt out—— "I don't want this world!" ----Long version-Map version-Copywriting---- At the night banquet of the powerful, there were thousands of lotus candles and the light of wine swayed. That night. The girl ran away with her hair disheveled, and was carried by the green bird to the side hall of the Nanxia Palace, where she encountered a blue holy fire. Five years later. A goddess dressed in purple came down the mountain, passed through the palace city buried deep in snow, and grew old together with Prince Rui. Seventeen years later. Xia Wang Junrui, who has become the first king of Antarctica, stood under the Qingque Terrace, wearing a royal cloak, and naturally held the hand of the goddess Nancy. "The next battle is in East Antarctica. Is the queen willing to be the pioneer?" Later—— The Xiao clan was destroyed and there was a heavy rain for seven years. According to historical records, owl has wings. The country was destroyed and it rained for seven years. The entire clan was destroyed. Later—— The ancestral witch, the ancient god Yu Nu, shed tears for the kingdom and was buried. The Queen of the Spirit tribe set herself on fire on the city wall. Chi, You, Yanhuo... Were all wiped out. Above the sea of ​​clouds, the temple collapsed. West Antarctica surrendered. Later—— In the Battle of the Wasteland, the pioneer demon general Qing Wa of Southern Xia fell, the commander of the ghost king Chen Liang died, and the Arctic continent was unified. Later—— Jun Rui stood on the coast of the Far West Sea and asked the Siren King Chili: "Queen Shenji, can you sing "Chishui" for her one last time?" Later—— The next Xia Wangming stood alone on the lonely mountain of the imperial mausoleum, with deep purple eyes and a sarcastic smile: Father, I curse you to fall into the abyss of hell forever, wandering in life and death, and never be able to escape. Food guide: -The world of high magic, the timeline spans five hundred years; -The background setting is that of the ancient gods; -The male protagonist is a bitch Update time: -Double updates every day, 0 o'clock + 12 o'clock (it will be adjusted to 0 o'clock single update during busy months) The story does not represent the author, there is no prototype, please decline ky, if you don't like it, click x Intention: The moon shines brightly together through the ages, and the plain clothes make the shadow clear.