'Tong'er, tell me, will I be able to launch a counterattack later?'
"Stay in the system transfer station," Luo Ling asked with a blank face.
In the previous world, he clearly thought he was incredibly fierce and dominant, but...
It was suppressed.
Waaaaaah~~~
Clutching my chest, my heart aches.
The system rolled its eyes imperceptibly and quietly stretched out its wicked foot.
He kicked Luo Ling.
Just as it was about to hit, it was dodged in a flash.
'La la la, can't kick it, can't kick it, nyah nyah nyah~~~'
Luo Ling stood with his hands on his hips, swaying his body smugly, looking incredibly arrogant.
The system swallowed a mouthful of blood and said coldly, "Goodbye."
Taking advantage of Luo Ling's confusion, he suddenly rammed into him.
"Ah!" Luo Ling exclaimed and disappeared from the transfer station.
The system looked at where Luo Ling had been standing, snorted twice, and said, "You're still too green to fight me, hmph."
After showing off, he followed.
"Tong'er, I've noticed you're getting more and more mischievous."
Sitting on the large bed, looking at the antique furnishings around him, Luo Miao spoke softly.
The system completely ignored his intermittent erratic behavior, its tone urgent: 'Host, hurry, the female lead needs to arrive in Phoenix Heaven.'
At the same time, an anxious voice rang out.
"Master, Chuliu Kingdom is about to invade. Please leave with me."
A man dressed in black and wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of Luo Ling.
His head was so low it almost touched the ground; he didn't dare look at the person on the bed.
Luo Miao stood up, grabbed his coat and put it on, then walked towards the door.
"Go to Phoenix Heaven Kingdom."
The cool, clear voice reached the ears of the man in black.
This startled him, but he quickly composed himself and chased after him.
The moment Luo Ling stepped out of the courtyard, he turned around, and his handsome and beautiful face made the red roses that covered the ground behind him lose their color.
Especially that red dress, which made him slender figure even more dazzling.
Because of the rush, he simply tied his hair up with a red ribbon.
It looks a little messy, but it doesn't detract from his beauty at all.
Instead, it became a dangerous temptation.
Truly, he is as beautiful as jade, and possesses profound elegance.
Whether they were hiding in the shadows or were assassins following Luo Miao, they all had this feeling in their minds.
Even after seeing his face for sixteen years, they still couldn't resist his charm.
Such a person should be kept in a beautiful palace.
That's how it was originally.
But now, the country is destroyed and the family is ruined.
Those eyes, already cold and indifferent, became even more lifeless and icy at this moment.
The Kingdom of Luo is gone.
His home is gone.
A nation that stores water!
Luo Miao closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, revealing a bottomless darkness.
"Walk."
With a flick of his wrist, his wide sleeves traced graceful arcs through the air.
The vibrant red color resembled the flames of war that had painted half the sky crimson.
Half a month later, a man wearing a silver mask with mysterious patterns, dressed in red, and holding a jade flute appeared outside the capital of Fengtian Kingdom.
Looking ahead, the streets are bustling with laughter and joy.
Luo Miao covered his eyes with his hand, and a tear slid down his cheek.
In the past two weeks, the Kingdom of Luo has been completely wiped out of history.
"Host, host, the melodramatic cliché is coming! Stop acting and get on stage! The female lead is already waiting."
The system is very frustrating.
Its host is such a drama queen.
Once he start acting, he can't stop.
Actually... it understands too.
Immerse yourself in the role, completely transform yourself into the other person, and he can deceive himself into believing that he is just a prince of the fallen kingdom of Luo.
Not Luo Miao, who accompanied his lover throughout his life until the end of his lover's life.
That way, he'll feel a little better.
This also allows them to vent their emotions.