บท 282: The cold venerable also went crazy (43)_1

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.

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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.