After Repeated Deaths, She Turned Black

A love affair spanning a thousand years caused by the white jade mandarin duck buckle, a sacred object of the ancient shaman tribe in Xiyuan. The sweet girl from ten miles away married another man and stabbed her in the back. In order to avoid pursuit, Mo Qingyan disguised herself as an actor and hid in Baihua Tower. On that day, when the apricot blossoms were blooming and the roofs were made of green bricks and tiles, she jumped down and knocked down the jade-faced handsome man who entered the brothel through the side door. After that, she fell into a cycle like a curse and everything went wrong. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore and put the knife on the man's neck: "On the night of flowers and candles in the blood-stained bridal chamber, it seems that you also want to try it." Looking for flowers and asking willows in Xiyuan, he is a righteous prince, a humble gentleman is as gentle as jade under his skin, and he will retaliate against hypocrites in his heart. This is Jiang Yusheng in the eyes of Mo Qingyan in Fireworks Willow Alley. What she didn't know was that Jiang Yusheng was eyeing the white jade waistband that he also owned. Rumor has it that Xiyuan was a mysterious and prosperous dynasty. There is no redundant historical data, but archaeologists are convinced that its historical civilization is unprecedented. According to unofficial records, the rise and fall of Xiyuan were all due to the ancient witch clan. The descendants of the Wu clan only have one Yin vein and all have the fate of Phoenix. The mission of guarding Xiyuan has been the belief of the clan since the beginning of the country. Xiyuan is a major problem that Jiangcheng Archeology Institute has encountered so far. Today, ten years later, there is finally a turning point. After a landslide, the Xiyuan Ancient Tomb suddenly appeared in Jiuhua Mountain. After Mo Qingyan followed the archaeological team into the ancient tomb area, the nightmare changed every night. In the dream, the gentle and deep male voice sounded like a curse, "The clouds that flow to me are just tools of my power. You are my destiny." The low-control of that hysterical woman: "Mo Qingyan, you are just his tool in the path of power. Don't forget that his princess is me!" That lazy magnetism made her heart ache, "All the beauties in the Sixth Palace can be replaced, but the power of the country cannot be abandoned. Once the chess pieces in the game are out of control, they will be destroyed. Gu Weijue... It's a pity." Scenes of the deaths of women with different appearances appeared one after another, as if they had gone through several lives and deaths, and were awakened by cold sweats again and again. On the waist of the bright yellow python robe and in the hands of the female corpse in the coffin are a pair of shamanic tokens - white jade mandarin duck buckles. The strange murals that are discontinuous due to the baptism of time and terrain seem to have guidance and are full of doubts. Returning to the ancient tomb, his friend disappeared mysteriously, and Mo Qingyan accidentally traveled to the West Abyss, a time and space with no redundant records in the history books. A love-hate entanglement spanning thousands of years will also reappear... Intention: She has grown up after many lives and deaths, but still has the courage to fight back and defend her own happiness.