blood marriage

It was dawn, and the cool mist dissipated. For thousands of years, the depths of Shemo Mountain had never been so clear and bright. The fine grass and the breeze brushed against Chen Yuan's neck. .

"How about them?"

"Do you really want to know?" Daoist Baopu brushed his silver beard with his bare hands, and said calmly: "They, one by one, went to the underworld, sacrificed their souls to thousands of creatures in Moshan, the snake, and broke the Nine Immortal Formation. The living in Mo Shan have no worries, the dead can enter reincarnation, and the other one, to protect you, has passed away."

"In this world, can we never find them again?"

"The poor Taoist thought that it was impossible." Taoist Baopu watched the indifferent face replaced by sadness, hesitated for a moment, turned his back, and said: "I have known this situation since you entered the mountain, At the beginning of Pindao, I advised you to just meet old friends, but in fact it was the general's instruction, and she never thought that she would kill you."

It has never been so for thousands of years.