Su Qingyuan had a dream. In the dream, he was a man, holding a sword to kill people. There were scars on his wrists and his bones were harder than the rules.
Then I woke up from the dream. When you wake up, it is a wedding dress and a marriage contract made by the clan. The other party is the Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land, who is in the late stage of divine transformation. She is just a useless spiritual root presented by the Su family.
She pretended to be sick, coughed up blood, and sank into a cold pool in exchange for three years of freedom.
But he was knocked unconscious in the black market, and when he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a mass grave with a hot mark on his wrist.
When I woke up it was a dark abyss. The yin energy corrodes the bones, the forbidden spirit ring locks the wrists, and the whole holy land is waiting for her to bow her head.
The door of the stone chamber opened, and Mu Hanyuan stood against the light. She held her wrist and said, "Lord, you can lock people, but you can't lock rules."
He thought she was prey. What she wanted was never to escape.
