C652 (2/2)

”My name is Jie, and I am the judge of heaven.”

He said indifferently, his voice was cold and crisp, with frost that repelled people from thousands of miles.

”Oh, my name is Liuli, and I come from the butterfly clan.”

Liuli introduced himself in a generous and appropriate way, without any difference because of his indifference.

He turned back and stopped speaking.

In the past, as long as he gave his name, many people scattered and fled; the envoys in front of him did not dare to make mistakes and make noise. When they met him, they tried their best to avoid him. His other identity was the same as that of the underworld. Just because he is the divine judge of the heaven and has the absolute power of life and death, his hands are like his hair. They are red with blood and bloodthirsty!

for most of his time, he would sit at the farthest place from the people, watching the sunset fall at the foot of the western mountain, and his eyes were red, just like him - but usually, he could only appear more lonely and desolate.

when a person can only accompany the scenery, the desolation in the bottom of his heart may be understood by himself.

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. Can he feel it when I stand here and look at him in silence? ”

he was stunned, and his body was stiff and he had no words.

He thought she had left early.

to her, it was the closest place to the sun, but to him, it was the farthest from the people.