"Southern Emperor, our He Clan has already been entangled in this kind of destiny for tens of thousands of years, and our Master is our only hope! I beg you! I beg you, save him! Save him! In this world, only you can save him now!"
Thinking of that kind of miserable scene, Duo Shu kowtowed once more, until fresh blood kept dripping from his swollen, battered forehead, staining his face red, staining his clothes red...
Southern Emperor, you were supposed to be my Master, and the enemy of my life!
My Master's mistake lies in the fact that he schemed against you, and then fell in love with you!
My Master's scheming against you was driven by his mission; my Master's falling in love with you, however, is the most fatal tribulation of his life!
I beg you, Southern Emperor!
I beg you, Gu Changsheng!
Even if it's just an empty promise, I still beg you, let my Master keep on living!
