Burial in Cold Clothes

The rain in Yun Shuzong has been falling for three hundred years, but it cannot get Qin Hanyi's blue shirt wet. The world laughed at him for being crazy. He picked up Gao Lingyu, a "disaster star" with a broken body, and raised him like a treasure. How did they know that what was hidden in Qin Hanyi's gentle and jade-like fingers was never pity, but calculation. He fed her a mouthful of poisonous cake, and the system returned it ten thousand times, and her cultivation level skyrocketed; he taught her a killing move, and she wiped out the devil's abyss with blood, just to make him smile. He raised her like a tiger, like sharpening a knife. Until that day, Gao Lingyu opened her eyes to chaos and pointed her sword at the Nine Hells. Millions of corpses were lying in the world. She turned around with blood all over her body and asked him with red eyes: "Qin Hanyi, are you raising me just for today?" Qin Hanyi chuckled, wiped away the blood stains on her face, and a notebook fell out of her sleeve. The first page read: "I picked up a stray kitten today, and its eyes look like hers. I won't kill it this time, just keep it." Later, she learned that the biggest scam in the world was that he spent thousands of years planning it just to catch her from the river of time. ——I raised you just to be buried with you in this damn heaven! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.