One of the fifty lives born in Heaven.
Bai Shuyun stroked the butterfly pattern on the sword.
"Lian Qing, you said, this is your life."
…I don't want to let it down.
She was holding a sword and her white clothes were ruffled, and she was out of tune with the red tide in the street.
Lian Qing was sitting in the wedding car, playing with the flower-studded butterfly fan with dark eyes.
What a poor writing, because many parts are not perfect, so it can only be said to be a semi-finished product.
At first, I originally wanted to write about martial arts, but as I kept going, I ended up writing about Xianxia.
It's probably a low-demon world where everyone can practice but it's not like they can go to heaven or earth!
Intention: