"Xu Xi"
"Xu Xi"
"Disciple~"
Mu Xuxi once thought that Lu Qingshan was the gentlest person in the world, and thought that she would stay by his side forever and be his most obedient disciple. Until that day, she saw Lu Qingshan standing in front of him with blood on his hands and cold eyes. The one who fell was his junior brother who had been with him for many years.
Mu Xuxi was not crazy, but he never returned to normal. The smile that once fascinated many people disappeared, and the kindness in his eyes was eroded by time.
"I can't go back." Mu Xuxi smiled.
"There's no going back." Mu Xuxi was still laughing.
"Isn't it?" The sword was unsheathed.
"Master." The sword fell.
Intention: misunderstanding