Now, song qingxiao's words had shattered his dreams. She said that his dreams, expectations, and everything he had done for the past 57 years were all one-sided. It was just a false promise given to him by Yichang. This immediately caused the old man to have a mental breakdown.
"No, they won't. They won't lie to me!"
He didn't hear song qingxiao's question at all and was still shaking his head madly.
His bronze face was pale, and sweat was dripping down his face. His eye was still looking left and right.
no, I'm from the Requiem race. I have their blood in my body and I've long been one with their blood. I'm from the race of gods appointed by the Yellow Emperor ...
"I want to enter the Holy Temple, I want to break out of the cocoon and be reborn ..."
