Crane's Nine Levels
That night when the sky wall cracked, heavy snow in the north sealed Yanmen Pass.
Yin Wujiu picked up a woman from the pile of corpses. She didn't speak. Three rosewood rosary beads were wrapped around her wrist, and a silver bell with a muted voice was attached at the end. The plain clothes were not stained by dust, and the snow fell into her eyes and turned into water, dripping down the corner of her eyes - a small mole under the left corner of her eye was about to fall.
"Alive?" He asked.
The soldier said he was still angry. He took off the Xuan cloak and wrapped her up casually, and picked her up from the pile of dead people.
She was a princess sent from the north for marriage. She was attacked during the escort and died in the Snow Valley. This is what is written in the memorial.
But the rosary on her wrist could hear the voice in his heart.
"Yin Wujiu."
On the third night after waking up, she suddenly called his name. Hoarse, like a seed that has been buried in the snow for too long and finally breaks through the ground. The silver bell finally rang. The beads were as hot as a soldering iron, and the eighteen sandalwood cracked fine lines at the same time. A dark golden light shone through the lines, as if something that had been locked for too long had finally been pried open.
He doesn't remember her. But the break of the half lotus jade pendant happened to match the half around his waist.
"Who are you?" He asked.
She shook her head.
On the night when Zidian split the sky wall for the third time, an assassin came to his bedroom. Before he could draw the sword, she stood in front of him, and the rosary in her wrist suddenly exploded - eighteen golden threads shot through the air, nailing the assassin to the beam together with his shadow. The end of the golden thread was connected to her wrist, and blood was dripping down the thread. She looked back at him, her eyes shining with a frosty color that did not belong to this life.
"Yin Wujiu," she said, her voice as calm as if she was reciting an old signature, "You owe me your life. It's been three hundred years."
Outside the crack in the sky wall, something is awakening.
System prompts appeared in the void: [Unlocking Bonds·Previous Life Reincarnation·Progress 31%], [Warning: The rules of this world are collapsing], [Choice: Believe her, or——]
He smiled. Her silver hair fell down, her purple eyes reflected the golden light in the palace and her face, and her voice was lazy: "I owe you three hundred years, so it doesn't matter if you owe me a little longer."
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Note: Contains elements such as past and present life, redemption, tsundere regent, system travel, etc.
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