Lingyuan: Mortal Earth Quenches Fire, and the Mysterious World Holds the Lamp

"Lingyuan: Mortal earth quenches fire, and the mysterious world holds the lamp" He was disliked since birth. When he was six years old, he saw his mother's tombstone covered with dust. When he was fifteen years old, he drew his first bloody wound due to the greed of his relatives. Jiutianling's youth is like the horse's steps in the morning dew in the backyard of the villa, and the iron rule of "strike three times and punch four times" when facing evil intentions. When the neon lights of Jiangcheng could no longer contain her edge, when the aura tempered for fifteen years broke the dimensional barrier, she fell into the unknown with scars all over her body. There is no need to ask whether the road ahead will be thorny or smooth. She has always been good at planting flowers in the mire and cutting roads in desperate situations. You can see that the bruises hidden in her sleeves have not faded yet, and in the next second, light that is enough to burn away the darkness has condensed on her fingertips.