Drift

"Do you know that you are wrong?" A low and cold voice echoed throughout the hall. The handsome-faced deity has one hand in front of him and the other hidden behind his back. He wears an immortal robe and wide sleeves flying. The plain robe was stained with blood, and the woman kneeling on the ground was stubborn and silent. The god raised his eyes slightly, a hint of anger suddenly appeared, and Liangliang asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"