"You pulled me into reincarnation, gave me seven emotions and six desires, and made me immortal. Now that I think about it, it was just for use, right? Fu Ziyuan, with this knife, I think you and I should be free."
"No..." The scream was stuck in his throat
The fine black iron still has its own coldness, passing through the rapid wind, and sank into the girl's chest with a "bang"
"Fu Ziyuan, what Ning Su regrets most in this short life is knowing you."
"... No, Ah Su, that's not the case."
Fu Ziyuan seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, murmuring words that he could not swallow in the future, "I don't want to be like this..."
Looking at these hands through the moonlight outside the window, the shining rings on the ten fingers and the silver threads that have grown into the flesh have been picked out long ago. There is no doubt that these hands are now useless.
I'm afraid it has spread throughout the imperial capital. The hands of Master Fu, a nobleman of the imperial capital, who can play wonderful music that has made the first qin sage in the dynasty praise him, are completely useless.
But no one knew that these hands, which could perfectly control the puppets and give life to the unconscious wood, were destroyed by Fu Ziyuan's own regretful knife.