What a wolf cub.
Xi Xun thought this when he saw Yan Zhao for the first time.
The girl was a full head shorter than him, but her eyes were sharp, like a wolf running on the grassland.
Suffering enemies from both sides, internal and external troubles, the border that her ancestors had guarded for decades was broken, and blood flowed into rivers. She was the only one to survive. From then on, she was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, with nothing but revenge.
A wealthy family with a declining population, who only holds the treasure of gold and silver and is blessed with extraordinary talent. If Xi Xun thought about it, he could have had nothing to do with her. But he was moved again and had to be inseparable from her.
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"I, Mr. Zhongyi," said Yan Zhao, a woman known as a battlefield evil ghost, with the corner of her mouth curled up. "But Zhao is destined to go to hell, but I really can't let go of you, sir. How about you fall into the pagoda with me, sir?"
"Then you have to catch me." Xi Xun looked at her wolf-like green eyes and said softly.
A sickly male protagonist x a ferocious female protagonist. A delicate and frail young master x a beautiful, strong and miserable wolf cub.
Intention: The high hall is gone, the country is in ruins, the country is prosperous at home, the country is revenged externally, the grudges will always be cleared up one day, all the agencies will be in vain, wait until the flowers bloom on the road, and the underworld will make wine to reward the husband.