Next to the Sansheng Stone, she was dressed in plain clothes with her hair loose, letting the heavy shackles wrap around her slender neck.
He just watched silently from a distance, clenching and unclenching his right hand hanging by his side.
He made a promise to her, only to lose her in the end.
Guizashi slowly raised the knife, a relieved smile appeared on her face, and her chapped lips opened and closed gently.
"I just wish that I never become an immortal."
Go up to the poor green and fall down to the yellow spring.
Where to go to find the person who promised to hold hands and grow old together.
--------------------------------I am the dividing line of love--------------------------------
If you think this is a story about a powerful immortal master raising a weak and ordinary disciple, then you are wrong.
If you think this is a story about a cross-racial stew between gods and demons, then you are wrong again.
In fact... This is just a simple romance novel. The gods, horses, immortals, demons, battles between immortals and demons, the collapse of the world are all clouds~ Of course, as a qualified master-disciple article, the master in white clothes and the naughty apprentice are still indispensable...~
The author controls one master-disciple article, and after reading many master-disciple articles, he thinks of picking out the most satisfying one. Writing is all based on interest. If it can make people laugh, it's a good thing. If it doesn't suit your liking, thank you for clicking in~
End of nonsense, let's read the article~ The author is a student and is under a lot of pressure every day, so updates are irregular, sorry for that.