Three hundred years. The nine-headed demon who died in Xuanyuan City is back.
He said his name was Gonggong, not Xiang Liu.
Xiaoyao stood in the rain, listening to the tune that was out of tune, and smiled.
"You still played the wrong note on the third turn."
"It's been hundreds of years, can't we act together?"
She dragged him back to Huichun Hall to settle old scores one by one.
The first time, I thought her snacks were unpalatable.
He took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake dried into stone from his sleeve and took a bite: "It still tastes bad. But it's good to taste bad."
In the second stroke, swordsmanship was only half taught.
He raised his wooden sword and said, "I didn't teach you back then because that move would lead to death. I don't want you to learn it."
The third one was that when he died, he didn't even say goodbye.
She had been looking for him for three hundred years. From the East China Sea to the North Ming Dynasty, he held the child and stood on the beach, teaching him to call "Uncle Xiangliu".
Tu Shanjing said: "There is a corner in her heart that I can never enter. There is a person there, wearing white clothes, with white hair, who speaks very hard, but everything he does is for her."
This time, she won't let him carry it alone.
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