Huai'an thought it was miserable enough that he had no relatives, no friends, and no money, but he didn't expect that he could travel through a corpse and meet a living King of Hell.
In line with the spirit of self-pursuit of women in the new era, she vowed not to have the slightest emotional entanglement with any ancient man.
But one day, this living king of hell changed his indifference and gently wiped her tears with his brows, as if he was dreaming;
The belated affection is worthless than grass. Huai'an rounded his arms and slapped him with his backhand.
Intention: Secular ethics VS what the heart desires