A bamboo stick, judging destiny.
"One of you is Lian Zhen Tianxiang, and the other is Ziwei Pojun. Both of you have extremely strong fates. If you insist on being together, I'm afraid you will be killed by the other party sooner or later."
He unfolded the paper fan, glanced at the people around him, and said with a smile: "I didn't know you were a disaster."
He glared angrily, "Not as good as my brother."
Gratitude and hatred, the light of swords and shadows wander around.
When he protected the seriously injured, he fell off the cliff. Blocking the airflow like a knife for him, I could vaguely hear the weak questions in my ears, and smiled: "I will be lonely if you die."
When the white clothes were dripping with blood from protecting him, he asked him to put him down and leave, his voice almost like a scream. But he turned around and cursed angrily: "What do you think I am?!"
On the top of Qingluan Peak, under the shade of drunken flowers.
He once said: "You still have a wife and children. After Ningshu leaves, I no longer care about you."
He pursed his thin lips and spat out four words: "You still have me."
He lowered his eyes and smiled, "So you have to live to prove my existence."
Right and wrong, grudges, true and false, a series of mazes, false and true. Who is controlling the chess game?
The moment when 'Xuan Tiansheng' opens the final seal and the secret is revealed. He saw desperation in his eyes. Who is screaming and accusing him of treachery? Who resolutely let go of the huge mechanism stone, separating the two people in two worlds.