Ling Yu, the second young master of Cangyuan Pavilion, has been having the same dream frequently recently.
In the chaos of blood and light, Xie Yanhan, the young master of the Infernal Affairs Sect, was lying in her arms, his cold and indifferent face was covered with magic patterns that everyone avoided talking about, and he looked like he was about to die after being seriously injured. What shocked her even more was that she held the face that was stained with demonic energy and looked particularly alluring with her bloody hands. Her eyes that were stained with demonic energy clearly reflected the look of her crying. She murmured in a tearful voice: "Xie Yanhan, you can't do this", but he smiled and leaned against her decisively and lingeringly: "Ling Yu, always remember me."
Ling Yu, who woke up late at night for the nth time, had an expressionless face. He once again recalled whether he had been cursed after recently coming into contact with people from the Wujian Sect. At the same time, he also made a serious note in his heart to Xie Yanhan, whom he had never met before.
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Xie Yanhan watched Ling Yu wandering around in front of him every day, acting well-behaved even after causing trouble for him overtly and covertly. His usually expressionless face became even colder. He would rather go back to practice in the ice domain of the Infernal Sect than come into contact with the messy Ling Yu.
I heard friends and relatives around me praise her for being cute and considerate.
This young immortal king who had been tempered to the point of losing his temper could only say: "Haha"
Intention: If fate has been decided by writing, the ending must be rewritten