On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, the night fog is like a veil.
The water in the cold pool is rippling, and a woman in white is standing alone by the stone bank, gently stroking the wings of a jade bee with her bare hands. Sixteen years have not left any mark on her brows, only the frost and snow in her eyes are getting thicker. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound in the forest, and three bone-piercing nails came through the air, but suddenly fell to the ground before touching her sleeves - the bees buzzed like weaving, and all the poisonous needles were eaten by the jade bees.
"Miss Long, are you okay?" A person walked out from the shadow of the tree, his dark iron mask reflecting the cold light of the cold moon.
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