As Yue Zhuangguang, the supreme lord of the Moon Clan, I was born to capture the most dazzling stars in the world.
Xie Handeng, the most famous sword of the Jiuxiao Sword Sect, had its wings broken off by me and was imprisoned in the Star-Zhailing Pavilion.
He looked at me coldly: "Your Majesty, you take things by force, aren't you afraid of the world's ridicule?"
I stroked his blood-stained sword robe and chuckled: "What I want is never just a false name."
Until that night he crushed the jade spoon I used to feed medicine: "Yue Zhuoguang, what do you want?"
I pressed him against the moonlight-soaked jade steps and traced his heart with my fingertips: "I want you to be willing to... Be my co-owner."
Later, the Three Realms were in turmoil, and he protected me with his blood-stained sword.
Monk Jiuxiao angrily scolded: "Mr. Han Deng, have you forgotten how she humiliated you?"
He nailed the sword into the screamer's throat with his backhand, and looked back at me: "I enjoy the humiliation she gave me."
Outstanding literary talent but too cumbersome