Three hundred years ago, the two races of lich and demons fought a war, both sides suffered losses, and the human race gradually emerged.
More than three hundred years later, as the last Wu tribe in Ximing was wiped out, a conspiracy unfolded...
The hardships in life since she was a child have made Liu Xuexue have a lonely and closed character, and she is indifferent to others. Although she is a little maid, she wants to become the most noble "Sage of Taiqi Mountain", and she wants to change the backward rules of Taiqi Mountain. She thought the appearance of Nan Qiaomu was salvation, but unexpectedly it was the beginning of another abyss.
He is the last Wu Clan who is cold and arrogant, the ninth son that everyone admires, and the guardian of tragedy. The blindness in his eyes made him wear a white veil, and at the same time, it also cast a veil in his heart. His inferiority made him pass by Liu Liuxue countless times...
Liu Liuxue said unintentionally: "You look so good in blue clothes!"
He wore blue all his life.
They obviously knew each other the earliest, but it took them so long to recognize each other.
Jiuhong looked at Liuexue with a pair of eyes like the sea, and said: "To others, you will always be a strong, cold, and strong representative of martial arts, but here, I only hope that you can be the remaining half of yourself. You can cry, make trouble, be weird, and act mischievous. I am willing to accompany you."
"You have to remember, no matter what happens, no matter when and where, I will always be by your side. Even if one day you can no longer see my figure... You must remember it!" He retreated into the dense forest, waving and smiling, and in a trance, he returned to Minghai when they first met, and she remembered those crescent-shaped eyes for a long time...
Concept: There are no completely good people or completely bad people. Different characters have different fates. It seems that the changes in the Turks are actually already destined. A kind of profound love is not based on beauty through vision, but on her unique feeling, a feeling of forgetting oneself.