There are many flowers in the wonderful altar of the fairy world. One more tree is not too many, and one less one is not too many.
The Lord Yanmo wants to accept disciples. One more is not too much, and one less is not lacking.
What's more, she was just a Manzhu Shahua plant that he randomly inspired during a Dharma gathering while he was away on business.
People say that noble immortals often forget things. He is a noble immortal, but his memory is indeed not very good.
He almost forgot what she looked like. I only vaguely remember a smiling voice: "I call you Master, do you like it?"
She also has curved eyebrows and eyes, which are especially beautiful when speaking.
He already admired his memory, but he never thought that she was someone he would not forget easily.
She exchanged the word "Master" for him for a bad relationship.
But he used a hairpin to exchange for her life.
In the end, he finally remembered the three-day heavy snowfall.
He stood at the edge of the immortal altar, holding an empty red dress from her in his hand.