When Ning Chenyu saw Xie Yi for the first time, the young man had a fierce look on his face. He thought she was just here to bully him like those people. He only said one word: "Get out!"
But she didn't expect that she would protect him behind her when the monster showed its ferocity.
The second time, Xie Yi was covered in blood, and he grabbed the girl's hand with red eyes: "Do you even want to kill me? Do you even think I should die?"
He humbly wanted to beg Ning Chenyu, could she not be so cruel to him.
Ning Chenyu pushed his hand away and said calmly: "After all, you and I are not the same person."
For the third time, Xie Yi hugged the lost man in front of him and was ecstatic.
He couldn't help but shed his first tear: "Ning Chenyu, I fell in love with you, I lost to you, now you can do whatever you want with me."
For eighteen years, he used flesh and blood to attract souls, but that person never refused to enter his dreams.
This time, no matter what Ning Chenyu said to him, he would not leave.
The body of the girl in her arms gradually became colder and colder, until she was lifeless.
He realized that he had never understood her.
He never knew why people like him could get Ning Chenyu's patience and forgiveness again and again.
It turns out that there are still people in this world who pity him, love him, and care about him.
Ning Chenyu, the first female swordsman in the sect, died. Everyone said that she died at the hands of the Demon Lord.
The good-for-nothing young master of the Chen family in Jiangling woke up.
Xie Yi watched as the ever-burning lamp, which had not been lit for eighteen years, was rekindled at this moment.
The demonic energy outside Jiangling City was overwhelming. Finally, he followed the paper spell and saw the familiar figure again. He went over and hugged her: "I found it. This time, don't even think about leaving again."
Concept: Love is a sharp blade and armor