Everyone said that Ling Chen, the great general of the country, married an incredible princess.
The princess was born in the royal family of the previous dynasty, and her appearance was stunning. She was a delicate beauty that the general held in his heart and was afraid of breaking if he touched her.
The general once confessed to the Holy One: "My princess is a delicate flower in the greenhouse. She cannot be carried on the shoulders or lifted by the hands."
At that time, the princess who had just dealt with the rebels was wiping the blood on her fingers. The "thief" was lying on the ground at her feet. The black iron whip in her left hand was still dripping with blood, and the Mo Dao in her right hand reflected the cold light.
The general also laughed and sighed in the court: "My wife only knows some boudoir needlework. She is pure and quiet. How can she know the evil ways?"
That night, there was a gloomy wind in the backyard of the palace, and the centuries-old ghost was pierced through the bone by the princess's soul-quenching silver needle, turning into a huge "paper kite" that wavered and howled under the cold moonlight, becoming a terrifying spectacle in the capital.
The general often lamented to his colleagues: "Madam is as timid as a sparrow. She faints at the sight of blood. Not to mention catching ghosts, she is even more frightened when she hears strange stories."
The thousand-year-old ghost king, who had been slapped by the princess until his soul was scattered, and was looking for teeth all over the ground, heard this in the depths of purgatory, and roared with grief and anger throughout the underworld: "Ling Chen! Take your fucking eyes off and let me kick them as a ball! Your wife is so wild that she can build a tunnel for the underworld, don't you have any idea?!"
——Until the time when the immortals and demons were suppressed, reincarnation was about to collapse, the beautiful princess who was as sick as a peach slowly took off her gorgeous clothes, her black hair danced wildly, her eyes were stained with the dark world, and a hundred thousand ghosts and gods appeared behind her. She glanced back at the general who looked "shocked" and smiled sweetly:
"Husband, today, do you want to demolish the Nantianmen first or blow up the Demonic Abyss first?"
The general, who had been "kept in the dark" by her, lightly dusted his sleeves and said, "It's all up to you."
