On the bottom floor of the prison, the sarcophagus is open, and the inscription "white crane holding a skull" is dazzling. Empty coffin! The poisonous erosion and the sharp pain of old wounds almost tore Lin Moxiao's will apart, but the hilt of the sword at his waist was held until his knuckles turned pale, and he never let go.
A hand suddenly grabbed his falling body and pulled him close forcefully - it was Pei Huaishu. The warm chest pressed against his cold back.
"The key has been turned, and the chess eye has emerged." Pei Huaishu's eyes were as bright as fire, "Mr. Lin, how about you and I participating in this pool of water together?"
The empty coffin has been opened, and the white crane holds the skull. He is the blood-stained key and the chess eye of the abyss. And was the man in mysterious clothes who pulled him into his arms a chess player, or... Someone who fell with him?
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The cold-faced and evil-faced man attacks Pei Huaishu & the cold-hearted beauty is attacked by Lin Moxiao
He gazed into the abyss, and the abyss responded with chains; he held a spark in his hand, and the spark burned through the night.
How can a candlestick hold a spark? How can the light of heaven fathom the abyss? Their way is outside the rules.
Intention: Red plum blossoms are flying in the snow, break branches and give them to old friends
