Ink Rain

Song Zizhan didn't get angry after hearing this. He calmed down the anger in his eyes, leaned down and gently untied the iron rope that was imprisoning her, carefully helped her stand up, held her weak arms firmly, and walked down the corridor step by step towards Li. As the king left the main hall, his voice was solemn and sincere: "My lord, don't worry. In the past, you were secretly protected and sheltered by your lord. Today, I will devote my whole life to repairing your damaged Dantian to repay your old kindness." After the injury was properly nursed back to health, Su Jinshi, dressed in royal robes, sat on the ninety-fifth throne of King Li's Hall, leaning on the railing and overlooking the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. The beacon smoke all over the world has cleared, smoke is curling up from the streets, people all over the world live and work in peace and contentment, and everything is peaceful and prosperous. In the past, the murderous past of the Dark River Killer has been sealed away. Now, with a king's mind, she protects the peace of the people.