The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.
The saint of Hehuan Sect put the most powerful poison in the wine.
Tianxuanzong Jianzi put the most powerful powder in the tea.
The next second——
A golden thread lit up from their hearts at the same time.
You feel pain, so do I. If you die, I will die too.
Shen Qingci: ... Okay, let's not kill him yet.
Xie Changyan: ... Okay, let's not kill him yet.
Two cases:? ? ? Isn't that how our script is written?
Shen Qingci, a saint from the Hehuan Sect, is the Lord of Spider Webs.
He entered a snake den at the age of three, killed people at the age of eight, and became a saint at the age of twelve.
What I am best at in this life is counting people into my destiny.
Xie Changyan, the sword master of Tianxuan Sect, was personally passed down by Xuan Xiao.
I went up the mountain at the age of six, with no memory and demonic blood flowing in my body.
The fastest sword in my life - I learned it because I was afraid.
Two sects are getting married, each with their own agenda.
She was ordered to kill Jianzi, and he was ordered to eliminate the saint.
On the wedding night, two glasses of poisonous wine were raised by two people at the same time.
Then the gold thread lit up.
The same destiny is achieved.
From now on, you hurt me, you die and I die.
Shen Qingci said expressionlessly: "Chapter Three: Three chapters of the agreement. First, you are not allowed to die."
Xie Changyan was silent for a moment: "... Okay."
——Two people who were ordered to kill each other were forced to start running for their lives together.
They thought the golden thread was a rope.
It is a rope that binds two people to death together.
Until the golden thread came to me for the first time, a heartbeat that didn't belong to me.
Until the golden thread passed the dead man's fear into her hands.
Until she knocked on the high wall seven times, and it knocked back seven times.
Until he recognized the golden thread in his old home three hundred years ago——
This contract is not a bond, it is a bridge.
Thousands of years ago, the original intention of the two founders was not a rope, but a bridge.
Use gold as blood and heart as shore.
If the two sides are not crossed, the lights will illuminate themselves.
Three thousand years of debt, three thousand people trapped at the bottom of the abyss.
They want to use a thread to build the bridge back.
Concept: A good relationship is a bridge that illuminates each other, not a cable that consumes each other.