Fu Shuang walked out of the painting, with the refreshing fragrance of ink all over her body.
He Lin, the powerful King of Jingan, put a warm fur on him with his own hands, hugged him into his arms, and said in a sweet voice: "Shuang'er, stay by my side, no one will dare to hurt you at all."
The whole capital was envious of him, the fairy in the painting, who had the prince's exclusive favor. He stayed in the study every night, fed him with his own hands, drew his eyebrows and tied his hair, pampering him to the core.
Little did he know that this meticulous pampering was nothing more than a careful act of captivity to obtain the "living medicine". He Lin's true sweetheart is waiting for his "original Tao" to continue his life.
Fu Shuang did not expose it.
Within the Three Realms, no one can trap me. I'm just tired of eternity and want to see how dirty the human heart can be.
He enjoyed He Lin's hypocrisy, playing the innocent role of being ignorant of the world, watching him clear obstacles for himself, kill evil spirits, and fall into the web he had woven step by step.
It wasn't until He Lin thought the time was right and brought him a glass of drugged wine and begged him for a glimpse of his origins with "guilty" eyes, that Fu Shuang smiled.
"Do you know that those demons you killed are not even worthy of carrying my shoes?"
"You can't catch this ray of origin."
Not only did I want to leave, but I also wanted him to spend the rest of his life repenting and praying to God and worshiping Buddha. All he could see was my determined back. He wants to save his sweetheart? I wanted him to do all the tricks, and in the end I watched everything about me turn into ashes because of this delusion!
