Seven hundred years ago, on an ordinary afternoon, Bai Tan formed an epiphyllum from the palm of his hand to soothe his pain, but it stirred up a storm in his heart. He jumped to the branch of the crabapple flower, the branch trembled, and the falling petals fell on the intact sweet-scented osmanthus cake he was protecting. He held it up to Bai Tan and named him Bai Mu, fitting the scene at this time.
Twilight, although you can't accompany me through this life, I want to accompany you through your life.
He would keep staring at Bai Tan's back, but would move away when he looked back. He wanted to hold his hand, but only dared to pull his sleeve. He wanted to hold him to sleep, but in the end he just curled a strand of his on his finger. Even when Bai Tan brought food to his mouth, he would not let his teeth touch the chopsticks.
Finally, Bai Tan pierced his heart with his sword.
Seven hundred years later, in the illusion, amidst the falling flowers like a downpour, I took his hand and took him back to the peak. He named him Bai Mu, lived in the side hall, and was among the hundred eyes of the assembly. He knelt down and kowtowed with a cup of tea to call the master. He handed the jade dice into his hand, and he was a closed disciple.
I don't seem to remember what you look like
Master is so scared and can't protect you
Bai Mu, everyone in the world can falsely say that Master is not good, but you, only you, absolutely not! Don't let your master down. Don't let your master down. Otherwise, I will kill you.
Finally, in front of the Taiyin Sect, he risked his life and made the same mistake again on Wushan Mountain. Bai Mu was penetrated by him again, but this time, he was reborn as the Demon Lord.
Master, don't want him, you want me.
I am sick, I like you but I am sick! I'm seriously ill. I'm already terminally ill. I can only relieve myself by drinking your bowl of poison.
Nice! Unconventional, the ending is