It was a dark and windy night, and the tranquility of the silent mountain forest was broken by a group of people beating around with long sticks. Hearing that the evil flower-picking bandit suddenly died in Huashan Mountain, Jiang Yinuan, the young minister of Dali Temple, knew the news and immediately led people to find out.
She has been chasing this man for many years, but he has been allowed to go unpunished and commit evil deeds one after another. Now, even if he is a corpse, she still wants to bring this thief to justice.
With secret hatred in her heart, Jiang Yinuan pulled at the haystack faster and faster. The moment she touched the rough fabric, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils, thinking that she had finally found the person she was looking for. However, the next second her hanging arm was suddenly caught, making her tremble with fear.
Feeling that the hand holding her was warm, Jiang Yinuan realized that this person was not a resurrected corpse. He didn't expect that there were other people in the forest. When he saw that the other person actually started to touch her, he couldn't help but get angry. He reached out to pick up the stick on the side and was about to hit it, but he heard a deep female voice coming from underneath him.
"Girl, you are destined for disaster."
Jiang Yinuan sneered: "Then do you know that you will be in trouble next time?"
Intention: Destiny is not determined by fate, darkness will eventually usher in light
