The "murder case" caused by a bowl of soup, how Bingshan was boiled into a warm man, how we had to live together when fate wanted us to die, and how the sword cultivator pampered his wife, and it really didn't matter to anyone else.
Lin Xiaonuan, a flower in the canteen of Xiuxianjie, dreams of opening a chain of Lingshan Pavilions.
Until I poured the hangover soup on Ling Hanxiao, the flower of the high mountains.
The Bingshan sword cultivator said with a cold face: "People who cultivate immortality do not pay attention to the desires of food and drink."
Then he stole all my soup pots in the middle of the night.
Later, during the Great Tribulation of the Three Realms, fate said that my blood could complement his sword spirit - at the cost of my life.
I smiled and nodded: "Okay, anyway, you owe me soup money for the rest of your life."
But he tore up the Book of Destiny and said: "Either live together or die together. There is no option for her to live or die."
Later, there was another wonder in the world of immortality——
Ling Jianzun, who was once famous for his ruthless swordsmanship, chases after me every day:
"Madam, what kind of soup would you like to drink today? I've just learned how to make ginseng and pigeon soup."
Everyone: "Why don't we agree that the sword cultivator won't be moved?!"
He hugged my waist tightly and raised his eyebrows: "I am practicing the 'Wife-loving Kendo'. Do you have any opinions?"
