The Legendary Bai Yueguang Is Back

[Request for leave: Updates suspended] Everyone said that Shu Wushuang, the senior sister of the Xuanyin Sect who died young, was the lingering white moonlight in the hearts of the big guys. Legend has it that every time during the Qingming Festival, the current prince Murong Zhao, the rejuvenating master Qi Changfeng, and the demon leader of Qingyun Mountain Yin Han would travel thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to worship Shu Wushuang in person at the cliff where she fell, just to offer her a glass of thin wine without any trace of her body. Three years like this, rain or shine. It's so affectionate and pitiful. However, only Bai Yueguang herself, Shu Wushuang, knew very well how she had coldly kicked the future prince over in the years she had been in the book, used a sword to force the weak and pitiful him to get up to fight again, and beat him to the ground again and again, all bruised and bruised; How did he throw the future miracle doctor who had been afraid of the dead since he was a child into a mass grave full of corpses, so that the young man could stay with the corpses day and night with tears in his eyes, spending two months like a purgatory on earth. Even more so when the demon Yin Han went crazy and went crazy, a sword pierced his chest, causing him to almost lose half of his life. There is no white moonlight that will last until death. In this world, hate has always lasted longer than love. If he had not fallen off the cliff and left no bones, let alone trampling the grass on the grave, I am afraid they would have had to dig up her grave and whip her corpse, crushing her bones and scattering her ashes to vent their hatred. Shu Wushuang's tool-man task of [helping bosses grow] was completed perfectly. Unexpectedly, a few days later, while taking a shower, his foot slipped, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a very familiar cliff... I saw three men standing on the cliff facing the wind. They were the handsome junior brother Murong Zhao who was dressed in black clothes and was ruthless and spoke little. The prince Murong Zhao was dressed in white and was as gentle as jade. Shu Wushuang's eyes darkened: Damn, why did she wear it again? Question: What should I do if my sworn enemies gathered in front of my grave and I happened to be lying dead at this time? ! ! Shu Wushuang: Of course he slipped away! Purpose: Love life