Jiang Qingying's reputation is spread all over the world of immortality. Everyone praises her as having a cold face and a warm wind that makes people intoxicated. It gives people warmth, is dazzling and at the same time makes people feel like they are in the clouds. It makes people yearn for it, but it is beyond reach.
The man who casually rescued her tried his best to become her disciple. He watched her radiate warmth day by day with obsession, and his heart began to twist.
"Why can't this warmth belong to him alone?"
Looking at his master's back, his deep voice contained traces of prayer, begging for her mercy.
When Jiang Qingying was seriously injured and her strength was declining, he took advantage of the situation and took him into his arms regardless of her wishes. "Master, isn't it true that all requests are answered? Why is it that I alone do not respond to my disciples?"
Jiang Qingying said coldly: "Lin Que, let me tell you what I hate the most."
But at this time, Lin was indeed driven crazy by lust and couldn't listen to anything. He had never been so close to his master. "I want to hide Master so that Master can only warm me, okay?"
But if you don't remember what you said, the price will be deep in your bones in the future.
Intention: Live life freely and freely.
