The cold jade sword has not been stained with blood for ten years, but Bai Mutan polishes it to a sharp finish every rainy night. The copper bell on the corner rang three times, and he knew that the junior sister had sneaked down the mountain again - the cinnabar mole swayed across the bluestone alley, and beside the wine flag swept by the apricot skirt, there was always a black figure silently crushing the throat bone of the stalker.
Everyone in the world knows that the leader of Jiyue Mountain is as gentle as jade, but they don't know that he hides a bone-penetrating nail from his enemy's family in his sleeve. When the peach blossom mark of the massacre reappeared in the world, the jade pendant strung with a red rope on Lu Jin's wrist suddenly became as hot as a soldering iron.
"Senior brother, why can't I tie this sword tassel well?" When the girl raised her head, Bai Mutan was brushing the peach blossoms from her hair with his poisoned fingertips. Raindrops strung the curtains on the eaves. He looked at the eyebrows and eyes that he had not dared to touch for ten years, and suddenly understood the master's dying hexagram: Those who are made of cold jade will break when they are moved.
Later, when the blood moon was in the sky, all thirty-two bone-penetrating nails were driven into the Baimutan meridians. He smiled and stabbed Lu Jin's sword into his heart, and the sword edge knocked out the midnight rain: "Junior Sister's sword should be hanging cleanly in the bright moon."
——This world is so dirty. I have spent ten years of rainy nights polishing it for you.
**Suitable for the crowd**:
✅ A very tolerant and protective male protagonist
✅ Love watching the growth line of beautiful, strong and miserable heroines
✅ Indulge in suspenseful martial arts + sadomasochism double critical attack
