The Ill-Fated Bond Between Lady Xuannü and a Wicked Taoist

“Listen up, Li Qingrong. Alive, you're mine. Dead, you're my ghost.”

“Alright, alright, pretty sister. Or should I call you Lady Xuannü? Which do you prefer?”

“Only children have to choose. I like both.”

“Oh, is that so? Then I'll call you neither.” The black-robed Daoist pinned Xie Youxuan's hand down firmly.

She pressed her lips to Xie Youxuan's ear and breathed softly, whispering, “I want to be your dog.”

Xie Youxuan pinned Li Qingrong down in return. “Then so be it.”

The story of a reborn noble-born Xuannü and a wicked Daoist who has mastered every dark art and every slick line.

They run toward each other, and they save each other.