Qingwu Wangweiju

[Divine Chef + Atonement + Mouth Guard + Loyal Dog Guard] The tip of your tongue will clear away the grudges of the mortal world, and the stove fire will warm up the nine-day cold! Phoenix Qingwu played with the fire of Nirvana, but was kicked down to earth by the heaven with an ebony scorched bracelet - "Cook up the nine hundred and ninety-nine tears of love to atone for the sin of burning the world!" So in the cave of a thousand-year-old locust tree, "Forgetful Residence" was forced to open: The war general knelt down to dig out the hatred in his heart → When the blood was poured down from his stomach, he opened a martial arts gym to protect the child: "This body is a shield!" (Forget the tragedy of the battlefield, but keep the iron-bone benevolence) The widow was weeping and her bones were in silence → Acacia made porridge to break the ice, and she made two cups of tea in the morning: "Waiting for the old man to get off work..." (Forgetting the coldness of the coffin, remembering the sweetness of smearing brown sugar on lips) Diao Chan's remnant soul begs to be cleansed of humiliation → The neon clothes are frozen and the pride is frozen, and the screen turns into a pipa: "Fairy... Can you wash your hands?" (Forgetting the sweat on Dong Zhuo's palms, leaving behind the glory of the chain) Even Hanbao held a bowl and cried: "Give me some soup... Can you forget to eat people?!" Qingwu originally thought that his heart was like an iron stove, but—— Being led astray by Fendushan Gao·Zhu Taoyao: "Emotions? Doesn't the rice taste delicious!" (I secretly licked the memory soup and cried bitterly + sprayed poisonous tongue to drive away the demon in all directions) Zhongli, the monster with the severed tail, confessed: "I knew you were the chief culprit... I was guarding you, the one who started the fire!" (Medal with Burnt Wood on the Palm) When the nine hundred and ninety-nine guests swallowed the sweet wine, The moment the thunder calamity of heaven strikes the ebony bracelet—— Thousands of figures rushed out from the feathers, and the roar shook the ladder: "Who dares to cut off our smoke?!"