Sister Guanyin x Brother Killer
Ling Shuo remained anonymous for ten years, traveling around to kill traitors.
On his first night in Beijing, he walked towards the down-and-out prince's mansion with a sword in hand for revenge.
But he saw a woman standing in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion. When she caught a glimpse of him, her eyes lit up, and she greeted her gracefully without fear of the sword.
The woman was dressed in plain clothes and had a beautiful face. She took the brand-new cloak handed by the maid with her bare hands, and her cheeks had light dimples, she was so beautiful and peaceful.
"It's late at night and the clothes are heavy. My benefactor's clothes are thin. You might as well put on your clothes before entering the house."
The blade of the sword hummed, as if it couldn't wait to slay the woman in front of him.
Ling Shuo seemed to have seen the jade statue of Guanyin that accompanied him through the long night in the old temple.
The long sword returned to its sheath quickly, and Ling Shuo took the cloak with a calm expression, lowering his head to hide the light in his eyes.
Forget it, such a kind-hearted Sister Guanyin is definitely not his enemy. As for when he became Sister Guanyin's benefactor, he can't remember.
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Jiang Ling found his savior quite interesting.
My benefactor was sixteen years old. He seemed to be a beautiful mountain spirit who had strayed into the secular world. He did not understand the rules of the secular world and liked to hold his sword and shout in a clear voice, "Sister."
No matter how many calls there were, Jiang Ling answered them all. She was helpless and indulgent, thinking that since she was a lifesaver, she should be treated favorably.
She manipulated the young man in everything, and even lost the rules of the capital, letting the young man follow her and be inseparable from her.
Unknowingly, even after reading scriptures at night, the young man could enter her boudoir majestically after taking a bath.
The wet breath was approaching clearly. The young man seemed to be kneeling obediently by his legs, but the distance was so close that they could hear each other's breathing. His low voice was wrapped in strange emotions, "Sister."
When the young man's strong arms came around him, Jiang Ling finally felt that something was wrong, and felt extremely regretful that the two of them were so close to each other.
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Jiang Ling could no longer cope with Ling Shuo.
During the day, the young man still had some restraint, but at night he pestered her obsessively, as if he would force himself into her tent late at night.
On the day Jiang Ling no longer felt soft-hearted and decided to send Ling Shuo away, she received a letter from her father. After reading it, she couldn't help but be shocked. She actually recognized the wrong savior.
Ling Shuo had no kindness to save her, and seemed to have a feud with the Hou Mansion. Now there was no reason to keep Ling Shuo.
But before she could say anything, Ling Shuo disappeared.
She found Ling Shuo in an old alley and saw with her own eyes that Ling Shuo skillfully wielded his sword and cut the throat of the Prince of Zhen Guo.
Blood spurted out, and the powerful minister died just like that.
Ling Shuo, however, seemed to have trampled an ant to death at random. He sheathed his sword carelessly, and the blood from the end of his brow twisted like a poisonous snake and slid down his cheek.
He was still so beautiful, but he was no longer the mountain spirit in Jiang Ling's heart.
Intention: Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds
Wantang