A beautiful and stubborn woman like a rose, a mysterious young overlord, the dragon and the phoenix in a pair interpret a stunning and scarred love... Dreams, teenage years, redemption and protection, love, and forgiveness...
On the white building in Luoyang, a man in white is leaning slightly on the railing. The dusk is warm and yellow. The Jianghu literature disk in his hand, the name he reads lightly is: Ajing.
Tingxue Louzhu. Xiao Yiqing.
——Master, how about your disciple go out to the mountain for you and bring your old friend's daughter to the villa?
——No need. Life or death is up to her - this is how children in Jianghu grow up, and if they don't survive, it's their fate. If Old Devil Shu were still alive, he would not help his daughter.
That was the first time that the dragon and the phoenix of that pair missed each other. Just because of Xue Gu's words, they missed each other for seven years. Seven years of ups and downs have almost become the sharp sword that will destroy dragons and phoenixes among people!
He didn't know that it would be this woman, whom he would always call A Jing, who would use the Blood and Myrtle Sword in her hand to bring his legend to an abrupt end.
"Ajing, sit here." Such an obvious expression of reliance on her was something she had never expected. After thinking for a while, she finally walked over gently and sat next to him.
Later, I realized that it was just the beginning... The prelude to the five-year campaign that he and she began to join hands in.
