The sun was setting in the west, and the soft twilight cast a yellow halo on the two of them. She pointed to the round red sun on the western horizon and looked at the elegant, cold and noble man standing behind her with a clear smile.
"Master, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."
The evening breeze blew, messing up her long black hair.
He stretched out his long, fair but extremely cold fingers and smoothed her hair that was fluttering in the wind. Wearing a smooth and clean robe makes him even more mysterious and untainted by his past.
Her smile made him feel extremely comfortable. He, who had always been as cold as an iceberg, unconsciously raised a smile like the dawn of winter. It's a pity that she missed it, she missed everything.
The setting sun shrouds this fairyland-like mountain hazy. The two masters and apprentices, wielding swords and flying immortals, shuttled through it.
"If you are not my master, I will still be your disciple. Remember, as long as the flowers in this world have not withered, I will still exist."
"The bamboo is one of the most poisonous flowers in the six realms. If you eat it by mistake, you will definitely die."
"The past is the past, even though I miss it so much, it doesn't matter whether I go or not go. It's enough to have memories in life and enjoy the whole life in death."
How can a demon be patient? The same goes for a flower demon.
I have nothing. The only thing I can do is to help you escape this bad fate. I hope that my death can help you correct your evil ways.