The white-faced, dark-faced, warm-hearted, cold-witted female protagonist vs. The sinister and coquettish fox man
The master ran away, leaving Luo Muchun with three legacies: an evil sword of unknown origin, a blocked path to immortality, and Tang Monk's flesh.
She just wanted to find them. She wanted to see them alive and get an explanation. She wanted to see their bodies and know who killed them.
The cruel and bloodthirsty world, the path of cultivating immortality where the weak prey on the strong.
But when she held the hilt of the sword with both hands for the first time, and the warm blood spread on her face, the fleeting pleasure made her addicted.
She suddenly woke up. Is it her true nature, or has this sword bewitched her mind?
Why did the young man in the fox mask who walked with her look at her like this? Is the bell in his arms an evidence of the unbearable memory of her childhood?
The young man stood sideways: "What if I say it's not hate, but love?"
"Everyone has his own way to go, right? The place we stand on has already been divided by fate." Luo Muchun lowered his head and said.
Later, when she lifted the curtain that covered the dirty world, she discovered that it was a scam that used her as bait. Since everyone wanted to control the direction of her destiny and become an immortal by stepping on her bones, it was up to her to carve out a bloody path.
Intention: growth