The Unrequited Love Fairy and Demon: the Only Pet Demon Queen

"My name is Xue Qianyu. My mother said that in the winter when I was born, it snowed heavily for three months. The snowflakes were like rain and as warm as jade. She hoped that these thousands of white snowflakes would weave a pair of unparalleled wings for me and take me to travel everywhere in the world. When I was young, I always thought that these fleeting snowflakes in my hands would one day take me away from here and see all the prosperity in the world. After a long time, I realized that she had lied to me, because what I couldn't see was the prosperity, but the vicissitudes of the world." In the green mountains, pavilions, pavilions, ponds, pavilions and waterside pavilions complement each other; the corridors are graceful, the eaves are high, the carved beams and painted buildings are ingenious; every brick and tile is not like the human world, but better than a fairyland. I saw that the peaks in the mountain were winding and winding. In the center of the mountains, on the top of the abrupt cloud-piercing peaks, there was a hint of simplicity, but it was completely natural and majestic, and the Qianmo Temple was located on it. The totems built around the ridge of the wall are dancing and graceful, as if they will fly away in the next moment. Among the green mountains and green waters, among the abrupt and rugged mountains, the towering ancient cypresses complement each other, which makes them even more pious and sacred. A group of men and women of all ages, dressed in white clothes, floated in one after another. The women were all delicate and beautiful, like fairies stepping into the mortal world. Their beauty was beyond the world, with a hint of aloofness in the coldness, just like the cold plum blossoms transformed into human forms. The men, on the other hand, have bright eyebrows and profound elegance. They stand tall and graceful in the hall, looking calm and gentle. Their fresh, handsome and graceful demeanor makes people dare not blaspheme. Until the heavy Qianmo Palace door slowly opened from the inside out, the independent people lowered their noble heads one after another, bent down neatly and respectfully to salute, and the loud voice seemed to penetrate the clouds and reach to the sky, "See you, Palace Master." Although it was only a short moment, it seemed that after centuries of waiting, a man appeared in the gradually clear field of vision. His name is Mo Fanchen.