He came on the moon and gave me three springs of warmth. I knelt in the snow and said goodbye to him.
Since she was twelve years old, she has believed that Chang Jielan is the best person in the world.
There was a rare heavy snowfall in the world of cultivation that year. The Demon Sect of the Northern Territory massacred the whole family of the Youzhou Burian clan in one night, a family of 372 people, not even the infants were spared.
She was the only survivor of the burial family. She was buried among the dead for three days and three nights. When she was found, she was covered in blood, but there was not a single wound on her body.
Everyone said she was evil and an ominous thing. Only Chang Jielan walked out of the crowd,
Xuan Yi is dressed in black hair, has a long and erect body, and has an aura like deep snow in a cold pond.
He knelt down, looked at her level with her face covered in blood, and spoke in a low and calm voice:
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
She was too young at that time and didn't know how to be afraid or doubt.
I just remember that he looked very nice when he stretched out his hand, with clear joints and clean fingertips.
Like the only thing in the world that has not been stained with blood
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