He relied on my hatred to survive, but I swallowed the Burning Heart Gu to save him.
On the wedding day in the Western Zhou Dynasty, the seams in the Wuxian Temple swallowed my blood.
The man crawling out of the sarcophagus stepped on ice and fire with his bare feet, and a hoarse sneer came from under the meteorite mask:
"Virgin blood? The Zhou royal family is still so mean."
Later, when Jiuzhou was burned down, he crushed the Gu Fire in his heart to pave the way for me to survive:
"Jiang Yuan, you should hate me——"
"Just like a hundred years ago, I should have stabbed you through the chest."
Intention: Hate is the shackles of love, love is the fire that burns away the shackles