On a snowy night, I moved eastward and picked up two abandoned babies: one whose lips were stained with dark blood, was named Qiufen (the earth has been filled with hateful blood for thousands of years, and the earth is blue); the other had dark eyes, and was named Bao Shi (the ghosts buried in the autumn grave sang Bao family poems). After fifteen years of hardening bones, he forged two deadly weapons in the world - Qiufeng Palm's "ember-born", which burns his body with fire, and is as violent as Shura's arrival in the world; Bao Shi's "cold embers", which corrode the marrow, are as strange as a ferryman in the underworld. They are each other's whetstone and their only sheath.
Fellow practitioners take a medicinal bath, entangled with ice and fire, pain is the fuse of lust;
Listening to the soul in the deserted grave, murderous intent is everywhere, and the breathing is a silent confession. When the minions of the Jinye organization tear through the wind and snow, the mystery of their life experience is strangled like poison ivy - is the blood of the former emperor that is restless in Qiu Tomb actually the fire that burns the body? Could the secret key to the cold poison dormant in Bao Shi's bones be the introduction to the world? "Bone-eating and united? That is a dead end, not a way to survive!" Dongyi's sneer cut off the warmth. But when the ice in the deep pool cracks, life and death are on the line, and the roar that penetrates hell will finally be revealed:
"Bao Shi—!"
Take pain as an alliance and blood as a contract. In this snowy world, they decided to carve out a way out, and their love became a legend. [Cold style of writing × extreme love] Bone-cutting pain tempers and corrodes the bones
Tongxin - See how the violent fire wolf tames the sickly ice fox and creates a path of love in the desperate situation of blood and ice!
Intention: Pain grows with life forever, and pain becomes the season itself