That night, he used the knife she gave him to cut off the only warm light in her eternal prison.
——"Jin Kisses Cangwu"
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She is Baitian Qiye, the guardian of the tomb of Lingzhu bloodline. Every ten years, memories wither like bamboo leaves. Only by watering the bamboo forest with your heart's blood can you delay the demise of the ethnic group. And the reincarnation of new wounds covering old scars on her wrists was a fateful prison that she could never escape from.
His name is Ling Mo, the sharpest sword in the human race, and he shoulders the mission of exterminating the "demon disaster". Three years ago, he was a glimpse of the moonlight in her life like a dry well. It was he who gave her the dagger with his own hands. When she protected him, he gently brushed the scar on her wrist with his fingertips. Now, it was he who led thousands of troops to crush the altar on the night of prayer and cut off the spiritual bamboo that maintained the vitality of her entire clan.
"The demonic bamboo has deceived the world and must be punished!"
Intention: Torture to the point of death