Ling Zhou, the son of the Demon Lord, who refused to be an undercover agent, was beaten to death and left in the snow. When he opened his eyes, he was confronted by a talkative Qingqing Tao disciple.
He pretended to be a harmless casual cultivator, and he was busy feeding and chatting.
The mark of the mind-controlling demon is burning, and the barrier between immortals and demons is shaking.
A life-saving grace? Or a bait to lure the enemy? This wave of blood is profitable, but it is a bit taxing.
The precepts of the Immortal Sect and the fate of the demon clan were quietly loosened in this first encounter.
Small theater:
"Don't like me anymore..." Ling Zhou choked, turning his deepest desire into rejection.
Push him to pursue the path of immortality, or pull him to sink into the world of mortals? In this dilemma, she was broken into two people.
Wen Yuqing's smile spread gently, and the small mole on the tip of her nose was stained with affection.
"Practice is to cut off the worldly bond," he whispered in her ears like a sigh, "only when I see you can I know that the worldly bond is the other side."
Purpose: Reject the conclusion of good and evil, and practice magnanimity in mind