That night.
Fu Shang had a nightmare.
No, it wasn't really a nightmare. It was just a memory of everything that had happened.
..
The gods 'point of view was condemned as arrogance.
Their faith had collapsed.
He had fallen, and his snow-white clothes were stained with ink.
He abandoned his so-called divinity and became a demon of slaughter.
She was hell.
..
He woke up from a nightmare.
Before her mind was clear, two words came out of her blood-red lips, " Junheng."
His slightly cold tone was filled with anger, resentment, and unforgettable.
The young girl's beautiful and exquisite face had a complicated expression, and her white forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.
Her thin shoulder was held by a hand as long as Jade.
He held her in his arms.
The silver-haired beauty raised her hand and gently patted Fu Shang's back. She coaxed him with a gentle voice, and her low, magnetic, and cold voice rang in his ears.
