""Evil disciple! How dare you-"
"Master, is this what you are referring to? "The blood-stained fingertips gently touched her slightly swollen belly, and then slid up the cold sword body, holding the wrist bone that once held the sword to trigger the nine-day thunder, "Or do you mean... The 'love yearning' that my disciple planted in the wick of your life? "
Shuangchi Xianzun's sword was shaking. The snow that never melted on the top of the bright moon carved a crack called fear on her beautiful face for the first time.
I smiled, leaned close to her pale ear, breathed out like a poisonous snake: "Shh... Don't be angry. It doesn't matter if you hurt me, if it disturbs the 'Taoji' in your belly, or detonates the gadget in the lamp in advance——"
"This No. 1 Immortal Sect in the world of cultivation will have to be buried with you and your white moonlight that has been cold for a long time. "
Her eyes were splitting: "When did you become so... Vicious? "
I lowered my eyes, dusted off the non-existent dust on my sleeves, and said in a voice as soft as a sigh:
"From the moment you cut open my golden elixir and used my heart's blood to warm his coffin. "
Purpose: to reveal how obsession alienates love and kindness, to explore the boundary between destruction and redemption after extreme hurt and betrayal, and to finally ask: Can a new dawn be born from the ashes of hatred?