He was her first dream. From the first time she saw him on the snowy night of the winter solstice, the man in mysterious clothes, carrying a shadow-carrying sword, and his hands stained with blood, brought her back to the Shifangyan Forbidden Pavilion. From then on, she became the killer of the Forbidden Pavilion.
Even though her whole body was covered with blood, she was not afraid. Step by step, she just wanted to be the best knife in his hand, to live for him and to die for him. It was just wishful thinking. She knew from beginning to end that she was never in his eyes, and she wanted to leave...
The last order he gave her was to assassinate the weir master of Shifang Weir Shangyan, the King of Hell of the Six Paths who had never existed in the Forbidden Pavilion. He smiled and promised to end the matter and let her go free.
She smiled sweetly but shed tears like rain. This was his final forgiveness for her. Once she left, her bones were exposed and she went to hell.
She was stabbed by a thousand swords, her muscles and veins were severed, and she narrowly escaped death, but was rescued. When her body was not found, he told the world that she was a traitor, and he dug deep into the ground to find her, and brought her back to the Forbidden Pavilion to be imprisoned.
When his sword touched her forehead again, he smiled and said calmly: "Li, how could I let you leave me."
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This short story tells the story of a killer and her master
Intention: Growth, change, living in darkness, heart toward light