If the world doesn't love me, how can I love the world?
If you can do this, maybe everything will be different.
That year, the spring scenery in Kunlun was quiet and beautiful, and everything was bright and beautiful. Except for you, you were unconscious in the snow, and not many people cared about you.
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Whose young man is the handsome one, the thousand-year-old shota?
"Whether you believe it or not is your business and has nothing to do with me. I don't want to lie to you. I came here just to find my eldest brother. His name is Yang Jian. He was the god of justice who dominated the three realms three hundred years ago, and you look exactly like him!"
Who is it? The white clothes are curling up, and the posture is like ice and snow.
"Dare you die! Have you asked my opinion?"
Who stands proudly on the top of the ice and snow, prouder than the innocence in the valley.
"My disciple of Yuding, as long as he wants to, why not kill everyone in the world?"
Who is a deviant, evil-looking, and cute?
"Qingxuan, I will stay with you until... The end."
Who was once a clear child by the stream, who broke the boat for the three realms.
"No matter what the cost, I just want to drive out all the demons. To do this, I will do whatever it takes."
Who is as charming as a butterfly, as nimble as a butterfly, and as weird as a spirit?
"Are you Qingxuan... Or Yang Jian... Brother Ninth, can I still call you like this now?"
[This article is written by a fan of Baolian Deng and borrows part of the settings from "Yang Jian - Life grows and hates water and the east"]
[This article is being updated]
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