[The unruly young man dressed in explosive hair × the gentle-bellied, black-eyed, blind Immortal Shou]
Because of desire, he betrayed his fellow disciples!
Because of jealousy, he betrayed friendship!
He was pushed to hell by his senior brother and his friend!
He, his lover and his master worked together to drag him down to the cold spring!
"Shen Yanci! What on earth do you want to do by destroying my cultivation and trapping me in this Qingjing Terrace!"
"Destroying your cultivation? Trapping you here? Haha... Xie Jingheng, I would like to ask if you are sincere. You deceived my feelings and my true identity. Do you really think that I won't kill you?"
Is it the annihilation of humanity or the loss of morality?
Brothers become masters and apprentices, enemies become sweethearts.
Is it better to draw swords against each other and hurt both sides, or is it to sink into the old relationship and never recover?
He! How to choose?
All my cultivation was gone, I mistakenly became a disciple
Him! How to transform beautifully and be reborn from the ashes?
Xie Jingheng (attack) × Shen Yanci (receiver)
The enemy's senior brother turns into a master, causing drama in person, and secretly rekindling an old relationship.
The fire burns the body, and the fire of love is hard to extinguish.
I hate you so much that [beep——!
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After Xie Jingheng woke up, she found that the sky had fallen.
His magic power is gone, his cultivation is ruined, and there is an extra word "pardon" between his eyebrows.
The only person in the world who likes inscriptions on people's bodies is probably his good senior brother with a "Bodhisattva heart" - Shen Yanci.
He traveled across mountains and rivers to find him. Before he could decide whether to fight or scold him, he was grabbed by Shen Yanci's disciple: "Junior brother, master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Xie Jingheng:?
Shen Yanci's eyes were covered with white silk, and he handed over a cup of apprenticeship tea: "Drink it, and you will be my apprentice."
Xie Jingheng clasped the side of the cold cup.
Thought: He'd better be really blind.
Otherwise, he would be laughed at by this black-hearted lotus for a thousand years, just like him who came to the door in embarrassment and had his head pressed to worship him.
Intention: Show determination to start over.