Zhuxiantai.
Jiang Li's hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn by the immortal rope. She saw the blue light in the distance getting closer and closer. She said excitedly: "Master... I, I thought you didn't want me anymore."
"Jiang Li, do you regret it?"
"I never regret a thing I haven't done!"
"Drink this meandering cup!"
She sang a song boldly, wiped her mouth, and said: "Master... I'm sorry. I've embarrassed you."
"Stick to what you do and leave the rest to your teacher."
Tears welled up in Jiang Li's eyes. She glanced at her master and then at the distance. Oh, he won't come. The person he loves is never her. She smiled and jumped off the Zhuxian Platform with a smile.
The violent atmosphere under the Immortal Execution Platform burned her flesh, flesh, and bones. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and evaporated.
A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
The blue man on the Zhuxian Platform, holding a flowing glass in his hand, smiled when he saw the falling parabola. For the sake of her apprentice, let her be willful for once.
In the distance, a man came up and patted her shoulder, "My condolences, Lord Loulan."
This... Is another story.