"The Immortal Hairpin is an ancient artifact that no one in the Immortal Sect can control."
"Is this girl a mortal? Why did the fairy hairpin fly into her hand?"
"Xianren Hairpin actually recognized her as his master?"
"Then she will be the leader of all immortals in the future!"
For a time, the voices of admiration, discussion, and jealousy arose from all the immortal sects.
Rong Yuexuan was troubled. This thing was inserted into her bun and couldn't be taken out. What's the good thing?
Everywhere she went, the first thing she did was to have someone help her pick off her hairpin.
However, they are all powerless.
During the immortal sect competition, she stood on the high platform, looked down at the immortal sect disciples and said with a smile, "Whoever can pull off my hairpin, I will marry him."
All the disciples coveted her beauty and the position of the fairy's husband. They rushed to come forward, but they all returned disappointed.
Mo Duanyu watched all this from a distance, his eyebrows furrowed, and he flew onto the high platform, "Nonsense."
Then he held Rong Yuexuan's shoulders and flew over the rooftops, treetops... And landed in a fairy mansion.
"Are you serious about what you say?"
Rong Yuexuan nodded like garlic.
Mo Duanyu raised his hand, as white as jade, and with just one tap, the immortal hairpin left his bun.
Rong Yuexuan looked at the warm hairpin in his palm, was stunned for a moment, and ran away.
I didn't want to marry this Bingpupao.
Mo Duanyu stretched out his hand and grabbed her back.
"Want to run? It's too late!"
Intention: To be yourself is to hurt others