My infatuated husband never believed that I was dead.
The immortals all said that he was crazy, talking to himself all day long in front of a ray of dead souls.
Only I know that I can never drink the wine he warms for me every day.
Only I know that he imitated all the little habits of my life, even I have forgotten them.
But as my obsession became clearer and clearer.
Later, he took up his sword and killed all my enemies for me.
On that day when his white clothes were stained with blood, he smiled tenderly at me and said, "Aying, let's go home."
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Elder Shen Su of Shuyu Sword Sect is crazy.
Everyone says so.
The Taoist companion Su Ying died and her soul was scattered, but he talked softly to an old jade bottle all day long, imitating all her preferences during her lifetime, and lived like an exquisite solitary tomb. Only Shen Su himself knew that he was guarding more than just memories. In that jade bottle, there was a trace of her lingering obsession, as weak as a candle in the wind.
When the shadow of the evil tribe in southern Xinjiang quietly emerged, and when the truth of the "accidental" death was tainted with the poison of the rotten heart vine, the silent sorrow in Shen Su's eyes finally turned into ice flames that burned everything.
Use bones as a guide and blood as a contract to call her name.
"This time, the road to hell is cold. I will go with my sword."
[PS: The male protagonist is carried away by love, girls, don't be in love!
Purpose: I wish you a long life