One is restrained and afraid to speak, while the other is eager to plan silently.
People say that the upright and self-sufficient Yongzejun brought back a delicate flower made of gold and nephrite from the earthly world, and raised it on Mount Xuanyuan. In order for him to cultivate, he risked his life to search for the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth.
Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the beauty, but they learned that she was a greedy and extremely stupid waste. She was a troublemaker who seduced others, causing the people she admired to die tragically, her whole family to be massacred, and Lord Yongze to take many risks for him.
"I'm just a withered lotus at the bottom of the muddy pond. How could I have the ambition to murder the proud son of Ke Wenxian?" Chi Nian lowered his face, not daring to face the crowd's attack.
The crowd was extremely excited. He was so frightened that he could only hide behind the respected Lord Yongze, but he raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Do you blame me for hurting you?"
"Never."
After hearing this, Chi Nian turned away and walked away. He couldn't hate or love this person, but he wished he could blame him.
Yong Zejun, who the cultivator devoted all his resources to training, was carefully combing the ankle-length hair of the person in front of him. He heard him complain that his hair was annoying, "Don't bother, I'm here."
"You?" The man turned his face, with a slight smile on his thick face, and the eyes sliding across his skin made him feel hot, "What are you thinking about?"
He responded with silence, Nian Lang, holding it between his lips and teeth repeatedly, Chi Nian was a strange flower, whether it was trembling and weak when they first met, or beautiful when they met for the second time, he wanted to keep him in his arms.
By some mistake, the beast roared in his heart over and over again, restraining himself from touching the light in his life.
There is no shame in repaying kindness with hatred. Chi Nian sneered and threw these scoldings aside.
He just wants revenge, even if he spends his life as a mortal,
The conspiracy revealed under the bright sun that day was so cold that it bit the bones. If it weren't for the disgusting calculations hidden behind the masks of those sanctimonious people, I would still be Nian Lang, the envy of everyone in Wanzhou City.
He is still a gentle breeze, a bright moon, favored by heaven, and walking on the road to bring peace to the world, instead of becoming a ladder for others to ascend to heaven after enduring all kinds of hardships.
Then overturn this situation, protect this person, and if you want to use him as a knife, don't blame me for hurting people with a knife!
We, the remnant lotuses, can't talk about offering sacrifices to immortals. How about clearing away the mud that blocked the spring, leaving a piece of clear condensation.
Purpose: To pursue the light in life