Wb：Xueluo Ningshuang-
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This is my first work, and I'm still working hard on improving the writing, plot, and details.
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[The evil-faced and unscrupulous straight-ball demon king attacks × the person is beautiful, has a kind heart, is a noble person, and is respected by the Taoist priest]
Eastern metaphysics + fateful encounter + Qiangqiang + past events + husband-chasing crematorium
Three hundred years ago, his best friend died tragically because of him. Even if everyone told him that it was not his fault, Yan Qingbei still blamed himself for all the mistakes. He returned to the world and wandered around the world doing good deeds. A hundred years ago he rescued a nesting crow and kept it by his side. Later, one man and one bird embarked on a journey of atonement, until an accident caused him to lose all his memory. When he met a "person" again, many familiar memories emerged in his mind. Yan Qingbei slowly recalled the truth...
"Fragment"
[Nandu has been searching for him for a hundred years, traveling all over the world]
"Do you know how I have been looking for you these past hundred years?"
"I've traveled to all corners of the world, I..."
Yan Qingbei clenched his fists and couldn't control his trembling with anger. The Black Crystal Blade worn on his waist was already tightly clenched in his hands at some point. He didn't know why Nandu was so persistent in pestering him. He only knew that Nandu had killed two noble people who he had never paid off in his life.
"... I just killed two insignificant people." Nandu seemed to do it intentionally, biting out the word 'insignificant' heavily.
Yan Qingbei's veins popped out, and the black crystal blade appeared behind Nandu at some point. Nandu turned his head suddenly when he smelled the blood, and saw dark red blood dripping on the blade.
He frowned and looked back at Yan Qingbei. For a moment, the black crystal blade pierced his chest.
"You, unimportant monster, go to hell..." Yan Qingbei said coldly.
Nandu first felt a chill in his chest, and then blood poured out from the wound.
I don't know if it was because of the blade or something else, but Nandu felt his heart tightening, it hurt... It hurt...
He slowly knelt down while clutching his chest, then couldn't hold on anymore and fell on his side. His eyes finally lost focus on Yan Qingbei's long sleeves that were soaked red with blood...
Intention: to be added