"Master used my blood to raise his Bai Yueguang for three hundred years."
On the night when the Jiuxiao Sword Pavilion was destroyed, Yunli was forced to form a life-and-death contract with the sword soul.
Since then, Qingshuang wept her blood, and every time she killed someone, the deceased's most bone-crushing love words would appear on the sword - including the demon in black clothes who always gouged out her collarbone on full moon nights.
"The lines on your wounds are very much like my late wife's handwriting."
Xuan Ye pinched her bleeding fingertips and chuckled, but at the moment when she was moved, he planted the heart-eating Gu into the Hexin wine.
It wasn't until the Chaos Bell appeared that Yunli realized that the so-called massacre was just a trap set up by her biological mother, Master Tianji Pavilion, to resurrect her old lover; and that the sword spirit that always appeared on thundery nights was actually her husband who died of hatred in her previous life...
When the red makeup is on the body, the nine thousand love graves roar.
Yunli held the sword against Xuan Ye's heart: "Can a marriage certificate reshaped with your demonic bones hold up to the love tribulations of three lifetimes?"
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When I cut off the love thread, all the gods and Buddhas were weeping blood
The calamity you have to overcome has always been me
