[The wilted white-clothed immortal attacks x the sick, weak, strong beauty suffers]
The mountain god offered sacrifices, and the sickly beauty temporarily took his place, and was carried into the deep mountains and deep valleys in the red sedan chair.
When the cuckoo cries three times of blood, the mountain god welcomes the bride.
When he walked into the red candle-warmed tent, he saw that the person in front of him was a wild monster.
The soft tendons are scattered, the albizia is fragrant——
When he almost hit the road, a white-clothed immortal descended from the sky, like an unparalleled hero, to save him from the fire and water.
When he woke up, the immortal was really aggrieved.
"You told me to lose my innocence, but you told me to forget?"
Intention: Fate is destiny