"I would like to fall into the Demonic Abyss for a thousand years in exchange for your sword heart not being broken."
Lingxi practices the most ruthless way of swordsmanship - every time she breaks through a realm, she must forget a deep feeling.
That day, in order to save the villagers who were eroded by the demonic energy, she stepped into the heart-burning flames with her sword. When she woke up, she saw a silver-haired and purple-eyed Demon Lord guarding her bedside. The tip of her rusty sword was pressed against her throat, and her voice was hoarse and broken: "Forgot again? No problem, I will say it again - I am your Taoist companion."
She sneered and drew her sword, but the blade of the sword hummed to reflect the truth of the night of the Miemen: Behind the murderer wearing the token of righteousness, there was clearly the young master of the demon world standing!
"The righteous path is all hypocrisy, and the demons are all evil?" He was struck by her sword, and he grasped the blade with his bare hands and pulled her into his arms. "Then let's see who is bruised and bruised for you, and who is for you - changing your fate against the will of heaven!"
