For thousands of years, Wuyou stood under the tree of forgetfulness, watching the foxes burning in Qingqiu and enjoying their fate, watching the mermaids in the North Sea stained with blood, and watching the withered deer guarding the empty mountains in the Southern Ming Dynasty...
People beg her to cure the poison of love, but they don't know that she is the one who has swallowed the poison of love - using the obsession and resentment of the six realms as a guide to make medicine to cure herself.
The blood spilled when the prince brothers killed each other condensed into the wet tears at the end of the fox girl's eyes;
The willow tree roots that the fisherman has guarded for hundreds of years are entangled with the soul-eating nails of the shark's soul-locking pillar;
The ashes of the poems burned by the poor scholar became the scars under the armor of the general on the battlefield...
Every taste is eating away at that person's increasingly transparent soul.
Until the nine-layer sky thunder split the crack——
Only then did Wuyou realize that the grain of cinnabar between her brows was the man's curse that had been carved into the bones of her heart; the so-called master-disciple status was the result of him using the bones as a pen to write down her fate in his own destiny book.
It turns out that what he protects has never been the common people, but the three thousand delusions that he dare not express clearly.
Intention: The word "love" is lingering, and the world is impermanent and will never be forgotten.
