Prisoner of the Phoenix: the Heart-Burning Tribulation of the Jade-Faced Rakshasa

She spent a thousand years on the run to commemorate the mistake she made when she had a sudden glimpse; He used the three realms as a prison and spent the rest of his life just to find a willing heart. The thing that Nine Heavens Goddess Yun Ling regrets most in her life is provoking that jade-faced Rakshasa Xiao Jin. He gave her a golden palace and a towering tower, as well as a glazed prison; he gave her all kinds of love, but he broke her wings and freedom. When she broke the ban with half her body and escaped, what she got in exchange was the Shura Palace's thousand-year soul-hunting order—— Qingfeng, the first disciple of the Immortal Sect, loves and protects each other. The young master of the Demon Clan, Blazing Eyes, is watching with eager eyes. The old enemy of the Demon Clan takes the opportunity to start a bloody storm... And she ran away in blood, seeing all the vicissitudes of life, and was finally captured again by those hands that stained the mountains and rivers: "Ling'er, you are mine even if you escape to the end of reincarnation!" The turning point began with Tantai Mirror, who had an insight into the world. The aunt caressed her trembling shoulders: "Love is respect, not a prison." Then he sighed to the furious Rakshasa: "Do you know, Your Majesty? Men... Also need to be coaxed." A motto that burns away bigotry. Xiao Jin clumsily removed the cage, but didn't know how to express his sincerity; Yun Ling watched coldly as he smashed the south wall, but was shocked to see in the wave of life and death—— The Demon Lord who had once destroyed the heaven and earth gathered all his sharpness for her, and used his back to hold the thousands of Immortal Killing Sword Formations, staining the long steps with blood. When the broken Shura fell to his knees and fell into the dust, she finally leaned over and hugged the withered bones, choking with sobs and compromising: "Xiao Jin... I won't run away." After thousands of years of heart-burning fire, the true nature of love is finally tempered. He learned how to cut clouds into clothes in exchange for her beauty, and she knew how to whisper and coax him away from his frost. When the setting sun spreads over the bamboo sea in my new home, the golden cage that once imprisoned the phoenix has long been annihilated. Only the warmth of his palm was left, and he kissed away the remaining tears on her eyelashes: "It's me this time, and I will be imprisoned in your heart for the rest of my life."