I have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I never thought that the first person who moved my heart would be a mortal who wanted to go to Huashan to cultivate immortality.
Jiang Wu sat next to me, holding my hand expectantly and asking me, "Are you feeling better?" I deliberately shook off his hand, fearing that he would notice, and turned away with a smile on my face, without replying to him. But I didn't expect that the sudden kiss in the next second made my mind go blank, and then the smell of blood in my mouth brought me back to reality. This guy was actually feeding me blood!
Sky! This is my first kiss! If you don't kiss me properly, you are actually feeding me and drinking your blood!
Intention: "The laurel Mid-Autumn Festival is cold in the years, and the clear light is bright and bright. It is said in the old saying that there is a laurel in the moon, so there is a book saying that the laurel is five hundred feet high, and there is a man below who often chops it. His name is Wu Minggang." For a person who wants to protect the common people to make such a promise to me, I think I have spent all the luck I have accumulated over the past ten thousand years.