Is the Ruthless Way Cold and Hard to Reach? but He Pesters Me Every Night
by Shen Yanzhu
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[The beautiful demon saint x the cold and righteous sword master] Everyone knows that Jiang Qingque, the sword master of Wenjian Tower, is the most unreachable Gaolingxue in the world of cultivation. He is calm and self-possessed, thinking about the common people, and has no dust in his heart, let alone worldly desires. But no one knew that a woman would appear in his dreams every night. Dark hair, snowy skin, red lips, and a small mole of tears at the end of her affectionate eyes. She walked through the mist with bare feet and came close to him, her warm breath wrapping around her ears. "Sword Master... Have mercy on me." He would lose control, sink, get entangled with her, and do ridiculous things that he would never imagine when he was sober. Every time he woke up, he felt ashamed and angry, because the dream was absurd, and even more so that he had such forgetfulness. He recited the Heart-Purifying Mantra over and over again, but he could not clear up the slightest bit of beauty in his dream. Until the day when the human and demon clans discuss swords. He sat high on the cloud platform, his white clothes unstained by dust, and his indifferent eyes glanced at the people in the audience. The demonic saint came in steps, her red gauze trailing on the ground. She raised her eyes with a smile, and her eyes met his eyes. The red mole at the end of the eye is burning, just like in the dream... -- Mu Wanmian, as the new saint of the demon clan, took on a mission in order to consolidate her status. Let Jiang Qingque, the sword master, sway his mortal heart and lust for her, and then abandon him like a pair of worn-out shoes with his own hands. But he is cold-blooded and hard to get close to. She could only find another way to sneak into his dreams every night. On the day the mission was completed, she turned around and walked away simply. But she didn't expect that the formerly aloof Sword Master would trap her in his arms. His eyes turned red and he asked over and over again: "Would you like to come into my dream tonight?" It was obviously you who provoked me first. Now, how can you just say you don't want it?
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