Teng Han, the national master of the Song Dynasty, had the appearance of a celestial being, and his cultivation was unfathomable. He could turn clouds and rain on his hands.
On the day of offering sacrifices to heaven, everyone saw him personally bringing a woman into the Imperial Master's Mansion. The woman was as beautiful as an immortal, and it was said that she was the one he loved most.
When such a good story spreads, who in the world would not praise the couple of gods and immortals? What's more, he built a domed golden palace specifically for his lover, filled with treasures from all over the world, and ordered no one to approach it.
However, only Qingji knew that the Golden Palace was a prison that she could not live without. There was no sunshine, no rain and dew, and it only withered and withered day by day.
She regretted that she should not have saved the dying boy. She knew that half of the snake demon's blood was flowing in his body. He was sinister, cold, cruel and paranoid. How could he be grateful?
The National Master, praised by everyone, captured her again and again, slowly wearing away her will, and never tired of it.
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It's a beautiful spring day again. The man under the flower tree is dressed in elegant white clothes, with petals falling on his shoulders. The corners of his lips are curled up beautifully: Qingji, put down the knife.
On the Tongtian Platform, Qing Ji smiled faintly, the soul-eating dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.
Teng Han stretched out his hand and tried to touch the figure high up: You see, I have changed for you. I am willing to wear such clothes because you like it, but you still want to leave?
Qingji remained silent, but in his almost crazy roar, he put the dagger into his heart.
She won't tell him that she never belonged here...
(Reading guide: grounded fantasy, monster hunting elements, unit story.)
Intention: Life will be full of ups and downs, always maintain a tolerant and peaceful attitude.
