Huali spent twelve years rebuilding the attic in her heart to return to the way she came from, looking for the murderer twelve years ago. Unexpectedly, the conspiracy twelve years ago is still going on...
Qi Changfeng was quite disdainful towards the person in front of him who had contributed his golden elixir, and only regarded her as his servant. Later, he felt regretful and wrapped himself in a quilt and gently knocked on Huali's door. He said pleadingly, "My dear lady, don't you need a servant? I can pinch your legs and hit your back!"
Small theater:
Qi Changfeng looked at the unhappy traitor and sharpened his knife: He wanted to kill /// people again.
Huali: Be good, we are not tyrants!
Qi Changfeng put away the knife obediently: Then I will be your husband!
Huali:......
Intention: There is a certain destiny in the world