Two hundred years ago in the mountain stream, Wan Qing had just experienced his first thunderstorm. His back was bloody and his mouth was ferocious. He was lying on the cold stone and couldn't even cast the purification spell. He was in a mess.
But he dared to raise his wet eyes and cry softly at the man in white who was applying the medicine for him.
Xu Xiange suppressed the bone-chilling pain by pinching his fingertips, and said in a tone as calm as the unmelted snow on the mountain top: "I can't bear this pain, what should I do next?"
After all, he picked up this limp little green snake and took it back to the fairy mansion.
Fast forward two hundred years. Little Snake cultivates the path of love, and is romantic by nature. Once he enters the world, he will be in debt, so he just treats it as a cultivation practice. He had always thought that his master had ice-cold muscles and jade bones, his heart was like water, and he had cultivated the ruthless way that had long since cut off the seven emotions and six desires. He was an immortal who should live as long as heaven and earth.
Until Master went into seclusion to survive the last calamity, he did not come out for ten days.
He took advantage of the steady night rain to sneak into the bedroom and boldly broke into that nightmare——
The warm fragrance in the gauze tent is like the sea, and the plain white figures are entangled in one place. The immortal, who has always been cold and self-possessed, has messy black hair and hot breathing. He lies in the crook of his arms and calls out "Xiao Qing" in a hoarse voice.
That face was clearly Wan Qing's own.
Thunder cracked the sky, making the red tiles on the eaves tremble. Wan Qing stood outside the tent, the old injury on her back ached faintly, but her heartbeat was stronger than the thunder.
It turns out that the love disaster that Master avoided for two hundred years was not the fairy in Taolin, nor the fate of the world.
It's him.
Later, on a rainy night, the snake's tail wrapped thinly around the master's legs, and its scales rubbed against the fabric of his clothes. He raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said in a soft voice like before: "Master, let me help you get through."
Xu Xiange looked down at him, his eyes that had been frozen for two hundred years were filled with an uncontrollable spring tide.
What a ruthless way, what heaven and earth return together.
In this calamity, he could survive the nine-layered thunder, but he could not survive a clinging little green snake.
In all future lives, even if there is no recovery, I will still be with him.
Intention: Love is ruthless, different paths lead to the same destination
