This is my first time writing a novel (it was originally my OC, but I suddenly wanted to write a novel). Just watch it for fun.
Xie Siju × Luo Wen
After three hundred years of grievances and tribulations, a pair of liver and gallbladders returned to ruins.
Xie Sijuan, an orphan from a wealthy family of government agencies, has a gilded Qianji Fan that is full of romance, but he is burdened with the blood curse of Qianji Pavilion to destroy his family.
Luo Wen, the king of the ice-soul wolf clan, suppresses the common people with half of the incomplete demon pill. Frost on his eyelashes is his curse for living.
When the Red Burning Eye of the Sea reignites the fire of destruction, the truth that has been erased by history emerges—
The three-hundred-year siege was a scam. What the twelve sects longed for was not to eliminate demons, but the "Bone Seal" that Xie Heng sealed into his bloodline;
The so-called old enemy was originally symbiotic, and the cracks in the ice on the Wolf King's heart were exactly the answer for the weapon refiner to gouge out his eyes to protect him.
In the deadlock between ice and fire, there lies the most heart-warming bond:
He spread his fan and hooked his silver hair: "Master Luo Xian, should I pledge myself to save my life?"
- He froze his wound: "If you move again, I will turn you into a fan pendant."
- In the rain of red fire, the gilded bone seal was wrapped around the Shuanghuan Sword: "Xie Heng is betting on people's hearts, and I am betting on you."
When the Gilded Bone Seal swallows up the last piece of the Burning Sea, the truth is like a mirror:
The so-called way of heaven is just that someone is willing to burn bones as a lamp to light your way back.
To put it simply: the saucy mechanic and the ruthless demon king were forced to bind themselves to survive, and discovered that the three-hundred-year-old blood feud was actually a trap set up by the ancestor to bring them together (bush)
Purpose: When the world forces you to become the fire that burns the world or the ice that seals the heart, do you dare to be the third kind of existence - melting the frost and snow with your hot liver and gallbladder, and illuminating the way home with your cold and clear sword?