Everyone in the world knows that the famous master Shen Qinglian is not stained by the dust.
Until Xie Cangming, the leader of the evil cult, came on the moon, with the blood of the disciples guarding the mountain dripping from the tip of his knife: "This is a betrothal gift, please accept it with great joy."
Shen Qinglian was taken into the devil's cave and locked on the agarwood couch.
"If the leader wants to have sex, he might as well take my life first."
Xie Cangming stroked his blood-stained lips with his fingertips: "The grandmaster's pride, I must crush it inch by inch."
The night he cut off his meridians, blood stained three layers of brocade quilt.
"If I die, it won't be your turn to save me." Shen Qinglian was dying, but there was a smile on her lips.
Xie Cangming smashed all the elixirs in the palace like crazy, and finally knelt in front of the couch.
Under the moonlight, Shen Qinglian's clothes slipped down, revealing a dagger that had not been stabbed out.
"It turns out Grandmaster Shen..." Xie Cangming touched the cold light, "Three years ago at Yanmen Pass, you owed me your life..."
The dagger clattered to the ground, reflecting the blood in his eyes: "Tonight, it's time to pay back."
