A banished fairy? A peerless enchantress? A fairy demon?
It can be as pure as a painting, as bright as the nine-day moon, as delicate and innocent as a flower, as charming as smoke, as enchanting as a fox, as enchanting as flames, or as bright as the starry sun.
But at the same time, they were chatting and laughing, turning their hands to make clouds and turning their hands to make rain. In the blink of an eye, millions of corpses were lying on the ground and bleeding thousands of miles away. It was like a demon appeared in the world. The white clothes were spotless, but only the big mandala flowers spread enchantingly and boundlessly. The flying needles are moving around the acupoints, the needles and stone medicine dishes are all clear, the medicine is dense in the eyebrows, and the eyes are full of compassion. When the corners of the skirt are lightly raised, the bare hands are lightly raised to save people from water and fire, just like Guanyin, dancing in red clothes, but seeing large swaths of sunflowers swaying in the wind, looking up at the scorching sun.
Under the silver moon, the princess of the demon world, who was abandoned by her heavenly mother and not tolerated by the eyes of the gods in the heaven, but could not return and was in chaos due to the sudden disappearance of the demon emperor's father, suddenly suffered a huge change and fell into the mortal world.
A pair of clear eyes were dull, and the silver clothes were flying as he looked back and smiled: "I am Qing Yan, who are you?" Perhaps, everything has been destined on the Sansheng Stone. Starting from the beautiful and charming words "Who are you", it will follow her all over the world. Stepping on the golden gate, exploring the underworld, giving her a pair of warm hands when she is lonely, walking in her shadow when she is domineering, giving her support and breaking her marriage, as long as she is willing, even if she is broken into pieces, she will be happy.
Just the last one. Is this the result? Is the so-called destiny, the so-called fate, necessarily like this? Is this how destiny should be? Then go against the grain. . . Just go against the grain. . . . Damn it