The last god in the world, Zhuan Qinghe, has a destined person, but the irony is that she sacrificed her love thousands of years ago to protect the world. Therefore, the marriage between the two has made the three worlds wait and see.
Everyone in the world said that her little heavenly husband was gentle, humble and polite, but who could tell her who the gloomy, vicious and voluptuous young man in front of her was?
"Qinghe, why don't you dare to look at me?"
He pressed her against the door, locked her hands, looked at her moist neck, and leaned down.
"Hiss——"
A huge pain came from his neck, and Qinghe took a deep breath.
The smell of blood floated in the air, like a little snake with lust, teasing from a distance, and then got out of control.
Later, the god Qinghe used his body to fill the Zhenwu Sea and win peace in the world.
While everyone cheered and beat gongs and drums, only one person lost his mind. He looked at the direction where the gods disappeared and murmured sadly: "So there are thousands of lights in the world, and everyone is laughing, but you are the only one who will fall forever..."
Qinghe didn't believe in love, but one person broke his precept.
That man gave up his heart and soul for her, lost his flesh and blood, rebelled against the right path, and grew old overnight.
Everyone in the world seeks blessings from gods, but he is the only one who seeks blessings from gods.
In the dilapidated temple, he was dressed in rags and knelt down with piety: "Gods and Buddhas above, I am willing to sacrifice my broken soul and die without a burial place to give her a ray of life."
