Black and white court, bloody rivers and lakes.
You are my first and last return.
On the beacon-fired Yangzhou Road, who is the one who belongs to you in your heart that you can't let go of?
My homeland is burning in the sky with red flames, I can't bear to care about it.
In the bright world, there are many ups and downs, many love and hatred, all I can say is the pain of infatuation.
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I have known her for exactly twenty years, no more, no less.
Two hundred years later, she left me.
For human beings, two hundred years is really not a long time nor a short time.
For me, my past is full of blood, and I don't distinguish between black and white.
So I forgot my name.
When I met her, I had nothing to offer and could only trust her with my life.
From then on, I carried the name she gave me, changed my name, but found a place to go.
I cover my face with a black veil so that I don't show my true face all day long, and I don't care about anyone else's opinions except her.
Maybe I'm just greedy for that warmth, and I don't want to be a prince again. Murong, the national surname, is far less sentimental and ecstasy than the word "Luo".
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Everyone is afraid of his power. He obviously gave everything for the family, but this ending... Is really chilling.
Overnight, he changed from the aloof young master of the Mo family to a monster that everyone in the family shunned, and it seemed that everyone felt ashamed when talking about him.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Go to hell, go to hell!"
"It's just a prop. How could I let a prop be more powerful than me?" The so-called companion he once deeply trusted said without mercy.
Until his hands were stained with blood, what he pursued was still far away.
Until that woman appeared.
She rescued him who was abandoned by his family and was dying. Even though he knew everything, she still had amazing compassion and calmness.
Although she was smiling, the calmness in her bones showed that at least she had once had a status above ten thousand people. The young man behind her had eyes so cold and cruel.
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"I am the only future king of the Xiyue Kingdom. You cannot resist anything I say." In the heavily guarded palace, a man in golden clothing clenched his fists. His face was still childish, but the words he spoke were so domineering and shocking.
"You are wrong, kid." The woman opposite him snapped her fingers teasingly, and a transparent wave of gas flowed easily from her fingertips: "I am a magician. Even the Xiyue Empire should not treat a genius under the age of sixteen like this. Be careful that your persistence will offend your father."
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"Who are you?" Luo Jiu's mouth twitched, looking at the stunning man who appeared on her bed in a daze.
"..." The face of the stunning man was full of doubts. He seemed to be surprised that Luo Jiu only thought of this question after sleeping with him all night. After a while, he gave Luo Jiu a blood-vomiting answer with an innocent face: "The Pope."
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"Xiao Jiu, come with me. No matter who is chasing you, I will use my life to protect you." The only boy in the history of the entire continent who broke through the Demon Swordsman level at the youngest age said to her.
"Even a genius will fall if you follow me. Besides, I practice dark magic." The woman shook her head with a smile, but she was really moved in her heart. When she looked up again, the confidence in her eyes was shocking: "Although I won't go with you, I owe you a favor. No matter when, as long as I am still alive, this favor can be effective."
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"Perhaps I don't even remember the person who said it. That year she said that if she got married, she would definitely marry someone who is unparalleled in the world."
The person who said it was funny and joking, but the two young men who listened were either silent or slightly frowning, but in the next few hundred years, they would do anything for the same sentence.
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Who can see your face clearly? The appearance under the mask has not changed after a thousand years——
A carefully planned time travel led Luo Jiu, a vampire of the 21st century, to another place with his mother's only relic.