When Jiang Yibai first met Fu Qianhui, she was a humble little beggar.
The immortal's figure is like jade, his red clothes are like fire, and his long sword divides the mountains and seas and cuts through the sky.
Those peach blossom eyes were full of sparkles, but they were like a cold pool of stagnant water, and they had never given any charity to the world.
For that look in her eyes, she climbed out of the pile of dead people.
One step at a time, I worship Kunlun.
She cultivated the Xiaoyao Sword, but she had an obsession that she could not let go of throughout her life.
And her master obviously had the most passionate peach blossom eyes, but he practiced the ruthless sword.
Immortals caress my head, tie my hair and grant me immortality.
From the moment she saw those eyes, she knew she would never let go in this life.
Even though her muscles and veins were completely destroyed and she was almost possessed by a demon, she still dared not forget it.
Xiaoyao Sword, is it Xiaoyao?
What is freedom?
Master, this lamp was lit for you in the past;
Now, let me do it myself.
I have an old friend who went with his sword and cut off the spring breeze but refused to return.
This big dream is just a relief.
Reminder: Some people appear in life not to be your lamp, but to teach you to light your own lamp.
The road to mutual redemption, HE or BE, has not yet been determined.
Purpose: To seek immortality and ask questions, to find the true nature