Youyu has been drifting between the three realms for a long time.
Riding on a rotten wooden boat, I suppressed my delusional thoughts and suppressed the spirit of the market. I lived a tired and poor life.
He He, the underworld master, always handles the summons in a business-like manner and never says a word more.
Youyu once thought that this person was probably born to be a cold stone.
Until someone imitated his bone fan, stirred up trouble everywhere, and uncovered an old case under the snow-capped mountains.
He chased Yi Pai and Jing Sui towards Kunlun, remembering everything along the way.
It turns out that he once stood on the jade steps, and thousands of people bowed their heads.
It turned out that he had fallen in the snow, his fan bone pierced his heart, and his black robe was soaked in blood.
And He Shengsheng took one soul and two souls and filled them into his jade pendant, guarded him for five hundred years, and suppressed the earth for him for five hundred years.
"You live for me, carry for me, and save my life for me."
Youyu stood on the ice lake, the wind filled his sleeves, and his voice was lighter than the snow:
"He Xu, have you asked me if I am willing?"
He Xu didn't answer.
He just raised his hand and put his palm behind his shoulder just like he did five hundred years ago.
Delusions are not wrong, and turbid shadows have their place.
[Empty to accept thousands of thoughts·Tired and lazy, the ceiling of strength]×The soul abides by the clear rules·The taciturn and affectionate person in charge of the underworld
·Bamboo horses make a pair / twin life patterns / reunion after breaking the mirror / serious drama
Intention: Be a good person.