Cuihua is a miscellaneous spirit with no talent. She broke into a large sect from a small mountain village, but the only one in the world became the dirt under her feet.
Even the outer disciples can't get along, so they can only be a gatekeeper.
In the cold wind and rain, she pushed through the weeds at the bottom of the mountain stream and saw a familiar face.
The beauty, as beautiful as a fallen flower, almost lost her breath and lay in the muddy water.
The former pride of the sect had his spine broken, his inner elixir dug out, and he was thrown into the valley like a rag doll. Now he is left with only his shiny skin and flesh.
Cuihua looked at it for a while, then knelt down and carried the person back.
"You, who are you..."
"Don't be afraid, I will save you." Be my cauldron.
Probably the heroine, who is like a grass, has stabbed many men. Gb1vn
Grassroots heroine, and many, many white, rich and beautiful men
Intention: Peel off the stone to reveal the jade
