When she met that person again after three hundred years, he asked her: "What is your name?"
Ling Yanyan was so worried that she almost bit her tongue: "My name is Ling Ya... Yin!"
"Ling Yinyin?"
"No... It's Ling Yin... The sound of music."
His eyes were dark, as if filled with blood and blood. The remaining blood beads in his hand drew a magnificent arc in the air. After a long time, he turned around and said, "It's unpleasant."
At that time, the two of them were standing in the windy valley, surrounded by the blooming red.
The pouring blood turned the sky red, and his feet were covered with bones, like a cruel god of murder, making everything tremble and ghosts and gods weep.
Almost made her forget.
Three hundred years ago, how he held her in his arms, with watery eyes and reddish ears, calling her "Yanyan" again and again.
At that time, he was still the innocent young Dao Lord. He would kneel down and put her shoes on, kiss her with a smile, and risk his life to save her in the midst of a thousand swords.
At that time, she was still the indulgent and willful young lady. She is the jewel envied by everyone in the world of cultivation, a genius that happens once in a hundred years in the sect, and a divine couple who is a perfect match for him.
Nor had she put the dagger into his heart with her own hands when he was bathing in blood to save her life hanging by a thread.
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Asking for help: How can I successfully conquer my ex-boyfriend, whose heart has been as cold as stone, who was stabbed once by me, and who has now turned into a cruel and bloody ultimate villain?
Ling Yanyan chose to lie down.
Intention: There is a devil in the body, and the heart is bright.
