The day the dynasty's cavalry trampled the territory of their homeland, Yan Xi knew that his fate as a bride was nothing more than an exquisite sacrifice. Dedicated to Yingxuan, the tyrant who forged his throne with fire and iron blood.
He was a blood-drinking Shura, and she became his medicine to cure diseases and pain. The wounds on Xianxianhao's wrists that would never heal, and the pain every time the fangs pierced the flesh, were drowned by his disgust and contempt - "Vicious woman, put away this disgusting fragrance of your body!" She remained silent and forbearing, hiding the broken porcelain blade at the bottom of her sleeve, waiting for the dawn of death with you.
Until the sky falls and the earth falls apart. The moment the shattered palace roared to swallow the tyrant, she used her flesh and blood to knock open his door. The broken bones pierced the heart, and the blood-stained Shura finally smelled the burning true meaning of the bone-corroding incense - it was the divine prophecy that the emperor's bloodline burned itself to sacrifice in order to protect the destiny.
The Fire Tyrant knelt down and screamed, only to realize that he wanted to eat the treasure of his flesh and blood, and had already burned his life into his light in silence.
