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[Chaos of immortals and demons? Bloodline calamity? Abandon love and fight back] She is Su Yao, the abandoned daughter of the Su family who is branded as the "Daughter of the Demon Cultivator". Abandoned since childhood, with the label of "evil spirit", he is just a fig leaf used by the hypocritical fairy sect to cover up bloodline experiments. When the mist of the blood river revealed the truth, her bones and blood were the mortal obsession that her mother protected with her life, and the so-called "father of demon cultivators" was just dirty water poured into the abyss by the schemers. He is Ye Chenyuan, the young master of Blood River, who broke into her world in the name of "protecting her", but when the contract resonated, the cunningness of the heart-eating pattern flashed in his eyes. When the gilded fan shook off the illusion, she was shocked to realize that she was actually opening the living container of Infernal Hell, and the gentleness in his palm was just bait to lure enemies on the demon cultivator's chessboard. [Counterattack and reversal? Tear open the fairy gate] "If they are not from my race, their hearts must be different?" When the ancestral hall floor tiles turned over to reveal mortal bones, and when the demon-slaying sword blade reflected the sword-making secret of "immortal blood, mortal bones", Su Yao finally shattered the "waste" label of twenty years - the immortal blood in her body was not the key to the Su family's blood contract, but the silent protection of her mother hidden in the candy cake. [Abandoning Love and Turning It into a Blade? Demonic Cultivating Love Tribulation] "Ye Shenyuan, your sincerity is dirtier than the fog of the Blood River." He once used magic patterns to build a shield for her, but he also used illusions to imprison her into the abyss of the blood river. When the Bone Erosion Curse burned through the Twin Lotus Formation, she stepped on the broken jade phoenix crown and walked out of the Infernal Prison. However, in the scent of candied haws at the entrance of the mortal alley, she heard his cry rolling in his throat: "I regret it, please look at me."

Wearing a snow suit and a pair of strange eyes, she looks gentle, but in fact she is treacherous and changeable, heartless and desireless. She only wants to be an outsider in the play, but she doesn't know that she is already in the play. When her cold and calm heart under the disguise of gentleness and clarity was finally peeked into, faced with the fierce and inevitable emotions, could she still be aloof from the world?