"Chang Ge, you know, if I had known that I would not let you be so homeless for a while, I would rather bear the curses of everyone in the Chonghua Palace. I just want you to be safe, and I just want you to smile sincerely." A long sigh, after all the vicissitudes of life. "Looking back" again, the scene is no longer the same as before.
"But I am no longer..." After all the beauty was washed away, she was still beautiful but lifeless, waiting to wither. "Liu Junyi once made a wish in his heart." Holding the frail and boneless woman, she silently gave him the warmth from Liu Junyi's breath. After a long time, the trembling body of the person in his arms finally calmed down a little, and Liu Junyi said with a focused expression: "I wish you happiness for the rest of my life."
"Haha. Mo Xi? What a good name." The ambiguous breath swept across his face and neck, and came to the tempting red lips. "You know, if you can cherish the beauty of flowers and beautiful cities, you don't want to be a king in heaven." Holding him in your arms, you feel as if you have everything.
However, how can we resolve the hatred in our heart?
——"I thought that the world of freedom was what I wanted, but after experiencing so much, I realized that the place where Murong Wuji lives is the home of cherishing flowers." The oxygen in the arms of this domineering and unruly man raised his innocent face, "I love you, my Wuji." The turbulent martial arts world officially fought for a "Nine Heavens of Chonghua", a religious treasure that was exiled outside the Chonghua Palace. The heavy fog is gradually lifted, and only those who have experienced it will know how unbearable the cloak of "justice" is.