Dressed as Bai Yueguang who died of illness in the sad novel, I decided to earn enough medical expenses by playing porcelain before I die.
I vomited blood as soon as I hit it. I hit the best swordsman in the world of porcelain with precision, but found that the tips of his ears were red and he was holding the sword hilt: "Do you, fellow Taoist... Have a deep love for me?"
From then on, no matter whether I coughed up blood and handed me tea or I was so weak that I knocked on the door for protection, he would always push me under the peach blossom tree and warn me in a mute voice: "If you come any closer, I will treat you as if you have accepted this Taoist contract."
Until one day when I was about to run away to complete the plot of death due to illness, he suddenly crushed the core of his natal sword and stuffed the hilt of the sword with his blood pouring out into my palm:
"Either you heal your wounds with me right now, or..." His Adam's apple rolled, "I kneel down and beg you."
