"Master, please don't leave me, okay?" Qiu Yan was caught in front of him and fell heavily. The red jade pendant between her ears swayed with her ups and downs, and her white clothes were slowly stained with mud. A pure girl from Guancheng crawled to his feet little by little, with mist in her eyes, "Don't..."
As a result, the person in front just turned his eyes to her gently and said, "You are not worthy of being our disciple. The sect has been exonerated. If you don't come down from the mountain, I won't be able to protect you."
Qiu Yan looked up and saw that he was still looking so spotless and couldn't help but find it funny. It wasn't him who was laughing, but himself who had been laughing for the past five hundred years.
Concept: Everyone in the world is not a supporting role, they are unique