Two thousand years ago, Xiao Huixue was the chief of Jiyun Mountain. At that time, he was a genius among the younger generation, wielding a bone whip with all his might.
He can be moody and unpredictable, and his whip can be directed at anyone he hates. In his eyes, garbage should not exist in the world.
But when he was imprisoned in the dungeon for two thousand years, his spiritual roots were dug out, his meridians were destroyed, and his limbs were chopped off, Mo Shangning, the trash he once thought should not survive in the world, stood in front of him, lowered his eyes, healing his wounds, and said half-truthfully:
"Xiao Huixue, I pity you."
He could see clearly that the man in front of him was a complete liar, but he didn't want to let go.
It doesn't matter even if it's eaten up.
Therefore, when Xiao Huixue saw Mo Shangning, who was scarred and hunted by demonic energy entering his body on the edge of the cliff. He just stepped forward gently and pressed his hand on his Dantian.
"Mo Shangning, my spiritual roots, my strength, my status, my body, and... My heart, I give everything to you."
For the first time, his pair of bottomless black pupils, as deep as a dry well, erupted with such hopeful brilliance.
"This way... At least within a week of my death, before my bones are cold, I can have a place in your heart."
The evil dog who is sensitive to dampness and attacks x is based on scheming, hypocrisy and suffering. Calculate first and then love.
Intention: Nature is inherently good
