The night when the Canglang River swallowed the seventeenth floating corpse, Lin Jianlu couldn't sleep all night. The birth date of the rotting corpse in the palm was like a knife——
It turns out that her father died suddenly and the salt boat capsized because of the crescent birthmark on the back of her neck.
The frosty eyelashes of the person in her arms were freezing, and she clenched the water thorns in her palms to stir up the undercurrent of the three rivers.
The Broken Water Sword had buried ninety-nine sword puppets. The coldness invaded Su Hanyi's muscles and veins. When the bronze altar collapsed, she watched the veins under her ice armor turn into sand inch by inch——
This stolen body actually resonates with the blood of the people around it.
"You want this world to be free from disasters, and I want you to live a long life."
She burned the fake tiger charm, and the tongue of fire licked the man's pale lips.
"If you turn into ashes, should I bury you in Chiquan or Snow Ridge?"
She slashed the hanging corpse's iron chain with her sword, and ice crystals wrapped the two of them into the whirlpool.
At the bottom of the Canglang River, the ancient city of Loulan reappears. In the mournful chimes played by three hundred hanging corpses, they saw——
In the mural, the twins cut out their hearts and offered sacrifices, and they matched each other's appearance;
The horoscope revealed by the bronze hexagram has the most poisonous curse written on it:
[Those who shine together with the moon will be killed by their relatives and buried in love]
1v1, he, Jianghu
Intention: Grudges and grudges follow the waves, life and death are determined by fate
