Pillow Knife

When Wei Ruliu was twelve years old, he made a marriage arrangement. The engagement token is a knife, the blade belongs to him and the scabbard belongs to the fiancée. Later, his parents committed suicide and his grandfather's family was slaughtered. He fell from glory to dust and left the country with a scimitar in hand. When he reappeared in the eyes of the world, his black clothes were stained with blood, holding an unsheathed scimitar in his hand, and stepped on the corpses of the Prison Secretary to get up. Everyone feared him and regarded him as a "demon knife" that could kill people without blood. Only Mu Qiu always remembered that if it hadn't been for that disaster ten years ago, Wei Ruliu would have been the glorious eldest grandson of the royal family, instead of the cruel official now stained with black clothes and blood. "The world sees you as a demon sword, but you can't also think that you are just a murderous sword." "Then are you willing to be my sheath forever?" Hidden in the sheath, I belong to you. * Mu Qiu had sheathed a sword when she was young. She once thought that she and Wei Ruliu had met for the first time, but later she found out that it was a long-planned reunion. #It's a bamboo horse and it's also a descendant from the sky# PS: 1. The demon sword × his scabbard, the cool official × his beauty 2. This bloody unsheathed scimitar was placed in her arms. Intention: It helps me to look forward and backward, and it helps me to be as persistent as a young man.