I love his blood-jade eyes, his enchanting magic lines, his careless eyes, and his cold skin.
He may be with me for the rest of my life.
But, it's not enough, it's not enough.
I want to steal the immortal's feather robe that will be returned to heaven.
A companion note on the cultivation of a female cultivator from a certain sect. The writing style is strange. Here are the demon girl and the demon emperor.
Intention: Boldly pursue love