It has been fifteen years since Wen Le Shi failed to overcome his own passion.
He is Mr. Zhemei of Tianji Pavilion, transformed into the god Qi Kunze. The pheromone is plum blossom, cold and bitter. It is sealed under the old scar on the back of the neck by the Love Locking Secret. Drink blood every month and engrave the word "forbearance" on the bottle. Endure the furnace constitution, endure the backlash, and endure the old wounds from when I was fifteen years old when I killed the insulter.
Until Jiang Xingzhou appeared. At the peak of his transformation, his smile was like sunshine, and his pheromones were like jasmine, warm and thick, so thick that his Love Locking Technique cracked again and again. He said he was on his way, so he followed him to check out the Qinufang, flower shop and auction house. Kunze was locked in a cage, planted in a flower pot, and publicly humiliated while three hundred people applauded. Wenleshi sees herself in every case. Jiang Xingzhou stood behind him and released a little jasmine to cover up all the smells he didn't want to smell.
But Jiang Xingzhou is the chess piece of the caster. The "Yang evil" in his body and the "Yinmai" of Wenle Shi are a closed loop - the system operates. If he died at the age of thirty, Wenle Shi would become a tripod. His closeness is by design, His love is not.
Later, Wenleshi broke the Yinmai with his own hands. The cultivation level dropped to the golden elixir, and it was no longer a furnace. Jiang Xingzhou's Yang evil dissipated and he fell to Yuanying, with no limit to death.
Plum bones do not survive the spring. But spring has come. No seal, no mark. He called him Wen Le Shi, but he thought he talked too much. The road is long. They have plenty of time.
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