Cross the Mortal World, Unite One's Heart and Realize the Way of Heaven

Wu Lang, today is your birthday, and I specially come to see you. A graceful figure came through the air, with red gauze dancing lightly and bare feet like jade. She was extremely beautiful, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, a bit lazy and a bit coquettish. It was none other than the holy girl of the Hehuan Sect—Su Hongxiu. Wu Qingfeng slowly raised his head, a trace of hatred flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then fell into deathly silence. Su Hongxiu, please kill me. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong. It has been three hundred years. How long will you continue to torture me? Su Hongxiu chuckled lightly, caressing his cheek with her jade hand, her movements were as gentle as treating a lover: Wu Lang is joking, how can I be willing to kill you? You are my most beloved plaything. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.