Douluo's Severe Mysophobia Drives God King Tang San Crazy

Before her death, her mother said: "Don't hate your father, he just doesn't know how to love." Huo Yuhao smiled. Death was too easy for him. I want him to live, to taste the feeling of betrayal and separation, and to call the air his son. I have severe mysophobia, but I grew up in the Holy Spirit Church. The only clean person is the old man in the spiritual sea who taught me necromancy. He pressed my hand into the basin and said, "My child, it is the world that is dirty, not you." Until I met her - the silly girl who wandered the streets for seven days to protect a piece of cake. That night, when she was covered in mud and handed over a dirty dessert, I ignored my mysophobia for the first time and hugged her tightly, breaking down and crying. "From now on, whoever dares to touch you, I will destroy his entire clan; whoever dares to dirty you, I will kill all nine of his clans." After becoming a god, Tang San, the aloof god king, descended and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was negligent back then." Huo Yuhao turned around, and his eyes of cause and effect swept across indifferently: "Your sorry can't save my mother, nor can it make up for my childhood. Save it, Lord God King. I don't need your apology, I just need you to remember - what is it like in the world where you 'do not interfere'!"