The night is charming, and the mood is very easy to fluctuate. She lay lazily in his arms and asked: What do you think about love? The man's deep eyes deepened, and his voice was deep: No opinions, but many ways. She was speechless, who said the dead king Not close to women? She will tear the rumormongers to pieces and turn them into ashes. The corpse king who has never been touched by meat can't afford to be offended. Whoever made her fall in love with the infatuated handsome man? The Corpse King. He dotes on her to the bone, loves her to the marrow, and is her strongest and most solid backing. With the Corpse King in hand, I have the world!