Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, waited for thousands of years just to marry Ying Long.
He put all his efforts into preparing thousands of hectares of colored glaze as a betrothal, but in exchange she said, "I want to marry to the Heavenly Palace."
On the day of the wedding, Ao Guang went to the ninth level of the sky to fight alone, staining the clouds with blood for three thousand miles.
Ying Long's wedding clothes were like fire, but the sword in his hand was pointed directly at his heart: "Ao Guang, the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea has conspired to rebel, and must be punished."
He smiled, took the sword blade and took a step forward, whispering in her ear: "Did you know that for the past thousand years, I have been fantasizing about our wedding every day..."
As the blood dripped, her sword hand trembled for the first time.
Intention: How painful can separation sorrow be, how deep the pain can be
Spicy Millet Mixed with White Rice Porridge