Qin Jue, Jue, lacks jade. The red dress is dazzling, and Tu Xuecheng's blood is seductive and seductive.
Qingjue, the awakened person, seems to be enlightened but not enlightened. The white clothes reflect the snow, and the eyebrows and eyes are clear and light after the cold returns to spring, just like catkins in the spring breeze.
One is the witch who slaughters the clan, and the other is the medical saint who saves the world. Which side is you? It's either side, or it's neither side.
Who knows your pure heart against the backdrop of blood? Who knows the heart-rending pain you feel after you smile so brightly?
With just a few clicks of the finger, this river of blood will turn into white snow in the future.