According to ancient Chinese legends, there was a warlord whose name was written repeatedly over the decades. The general public calls it the war machine from Tianglong, some also call it the god of war from the dark world.

There is no information about where and how Longwei was formed, as if the empress herself created it. There are too many mysteries that cannot be solved, it is even said that no one has ever seen his face except the empress because Longwei wore a mask all his life.

It was not a rare day in the Tianglong empire, the courtiers and the wider public welcomed Longwei's return from the battlefield. Once again, he succeeded in expanding the empress's territory to the southwest tip.

A rousing welcome, a garland around his neck, several chests filled with gold and gifts, even praise from thousands of people did not move his dead heart. But where are you? from behind his mask he couldn't see your figure. You didn't even welcome him, you didn't have time to just look at him.

The night wind whispered through the trees, several new wounds opened almost inflamed. The black mask with gold engravings was lying on the floor, Longwei's face was too handsome but everyone thought he was scary because of the identity you created.

"Your Majesty ...." Damn, he even memorized the sound of your footsteps. As if he had never been hurt, he immediately stood up to bow and welcome your presence.

It's unfair when his mind tells him not to be stupid but his body tells him to worship you. He slowly reached out his hand and asked for your hand, bringing your hand to meet his nose.

"Please don't look at my dirty body, this is not a good sight for your beautiful eyes," his voice was as cold as the steel of a sword, but soft enough like the rubbing of cotton that it was almost inaudible.