Twenty million years ago, my father, queen and queen passed away, and I inherited the throne. Ice King Yun Zhan personally listened and congratulated him. He said that the man was really beautiful. He was as white as silver. His clothes moved in the wind, but he remained motionless. His ice-colored eyes were so beautiful.
I caught sight of him at first sight, and after being awarded the hawksbill crown, in front of the gods, I said in a loud voice: "How about you becoming my husband-in-law?"
There was a sigh behind him.
Someone said: "This Fire King is really unfilial. All human beings have the ritual of observing filial piety for three years. It is really unfilial for her to choose her son-in-law when her parents are newly deceased."
Someone said: "This Fire King is so courageous. Who knows that the most cold-blooded and ruthless among the gods is the Ice King, but she dares to tease him in public. This will be feared in the future."
Among all the different opinions, there is no such thing as a kind-hearted god who can bless a good match and make adults beautiful. No wonder humans would rather worship a bird under my seat now than worship gods.
"Okay."
In the midst of the noise and chaos, the word "cold" blocked everyone's speech, and also made my crowning ceremony and my absurdity eclipse.
