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He helped her embark on the road of revenge, and she made a life-and-death contract with him to become his messenger. Step by step, she saw clearly his blood and cruelty; he saw clearly her disguise of indifference. Her freedom was restricted. She wanted to escape, but he refused to let her go. "Become my messenger. Your soul, your heart, and even your body belong to me. Are you going to run away?" There was a deep warning in the cold breath. She didn't care, but she didn't know that he had become a deep bond with her. When he couldn't bear it anymore, his anger pushed her down on the bed. "Lord Demon Lord, I don't remember that becoming Lord Demon Lord's envoy is also responsible for warming your bed." She resisted, struggling hard in his arms. "Why not? You want to escape from the Netherworld, but I won't let you." As soon as the words fell, his hot kiss covered her lips that were bitten white with anger. "Well... Helian... You bastard..." After several twists and turns, she escaped from his imprisonment, but she didn't want to fall into his trap again. "Xiao Xia'er, how about you be my messenger." Shen Banxia turned a blind eye as he looked at the monster teasing the three beauties around him. But a certain man still kept chattering: "What's so good about Helian Yelan? Be my messenger and I will serve you for free." He said that he still seduced him with his peach blossom eyes. When the love journey reaches the end and the entanglement reaches the end, who will be the one who will be loved for three lifetimes?

Troubled times, Troubled times where no choice is made. Wars are raging among countries, the world is in dire straits, and the people of Li are suffering from the pain of war and separation. As a woman, An Ge's best years were immersed in this troubled world, and her best years were wasted in the killer's profession. No one asked An Ge if he was willing. An Ge was an orphan and had no way out since he was accepted by Liuli Pavilion. The building outside the building, the deep secluded courtyard or the desolate desert, the encounter overnight, the cycle of fate, whether it is fate or man-made, fighting for a common obsession, and all six armies are launched together, it was not her wish in the first place. The fiery red wedding dress exaggerates whose dream, and the bright red blood smudges whose paleness. To survive, to get out of the troubled times, to find a paradise, her wish is so simple to the point of luxury. The master of the Liuli Pavilion, the young master of the building outside the building, Murong An or An Ge? She just forgot, how could she control the promised life of Chang'an? The world is in chaos, and the word "an" seems so harsh. In the end, it was a pear tree that buried the world, or a white dress and gorgeous hair that captivated the world...