A long time later, Jiang Yiqing would still think of that day.
"The evil disciple Jiang Yiqing, who refuses to correct his path and has fallen into the devil's path, should be punished!"
The iron shackles held her in the middle of the square. The blood stained his cheeks, and the torn clothes seemed to show the owner's madness that had not yet retreated.
The executioner walked in front of her, but she was surprisingly not afraid. She just stared blankly at the determined figure in the distance.
What I said not long ago echoed in my mind: "Senior sister... I have known for a long time that you are using me. You are just trying to save your own life. I understand you and... Like you."
"Let's go quickly... Don't hang out with a demon like me."
"Lan Yunxi! Do you want to rebel against the clan?"
The saint on the high platform smiled. This was the first time Jiang Yiqing saw her tearing apart Wenwan's mask, and there was pent-up hatred in her eyes: "Of course... It's not just that."
"My Lord Demon Lord, from now on, we are tied to the same cause and effect... Accomplices."
Intention: None