During the Zhenyuan period, the Beirong army invaded Youzhou in Dongyue. Youzhou and its four counties were defeated without a fight. All four members of Zhoumu's family in Youzhou died unexpectedly. The fire burned for three days in a row, and no one in the city was spared.
Hate, she hates it so much. Every time she came back to her dream, the sky-high flames danced in front of her eyes, and the hoarse, lung-splitting shouts still seemed to echo in her ears. She crawled from hell and was bound to kill her enemies. After coming back to his senses, Xiao Mi looked at the intricate chess game in front of him with some regret: "Sir, I lost."
The man opposite casually threw the white piece in his hand and said in a stern tone: "Xiao Mi, you want me to help you, can you afford the price?"
Xiao Mi chuckled and was very confident: "Of course, you help me, and within half a month, what you want will come to you. Believe me, you will be satisfied."
"Deal, if you lie to me, the Division of Punishment will not let you go."
"Then Mi will leave first, sir."
After Xiao Mi stayed away from Tinglan Water Pavilion, he slowly stretched out his left hand, revealing the sunspot in his hand that had been crushed into powder: "Xie Heng, do you think you have any other choice besides helping me?" She smiled softly, with some pleasure: "I really want to see your expression after receiving that big gift."
Black powder fell along the crack in her hand and slowly disappeared into the air.
Perhaps, after helping her, Xie Heng would never be able to take his hand back again.
Concept: ancient romance
