lt;divgt;The Divine

The Third Prince had his eyes tightly shut, completely still. His head and face were covered in blood.,Feng Zhaolian swaggered ashore, fishnet in hand. From afar, she shouted to the shore: "Quan Qingcheng! You're in for a treat today! We caught a huge fish, enough for everyone to share!",But the Divine Emperor had just finished stewing the fish soup, and was coaxing her, “Just have a bowl, I’ve been stewing it for two hours. If you don’t drink it, my effort will be wasted.”。