She is a mahogany sword that he discarded in the battle of the gods a thousand years ago, and it took shape five hundred years later.
He is the lord of the fairy world, cold, noble, and inviolable: she is neither human nor demon, neither ghost nor devil.
He is her master and she is his apprentice.
She loves him, he knows it.
"Master - Master - Master -" the little man, with a waxy voice, always shouted tirelessly.
"Master guards the six realms and the common people, but he will also get tired. When master gets tired, Xiaoli will guard for him and let him take a rest."
I didn't expect that Master, who is as cold as a spring, would have such soft black hair, like a waterfall. I wonder if I can touch it secretly?
"Mu Qingyuan, don't you want to kill my heart? I give it to you!"
"I swear to God that I will never be a human being again in this life or in all my lifetimes! I will be a cow, a horse, an animal, and I will never be reincarnated again."