Bai Si's first eighteen years were smooth sailing, but once her country was ruined and her family was destroyed, she picked up her sword and went to find immortals. As a result, I picked up a system on the road that didn't look very useful.
System:?
I'm a golden finger, okay. The best sect, the most powerful master, the most mysterious card, arrangement! Huh? You should try to gain some energy yourself, practice practicing to transcend tribulations thirty times in one and a half days and see for yourself, is this appropriate?
The gentle senior brother glanced at her and said, "If it doesn't work, then stop struggling."
The lazy prodigal master touched her head and said, "It doesn't matter, just grow up safely."
Senior Sister Qing Leng handed her the elixir, "Tell me whatever you need in your cultivation."
Bai Si couldn't help it, it was an indisputable fact that the dish was indeed a dish, so she had no choice but to turn a deaf ear to the discussions and concentrate on fighting monsters and leveling up.
But gradually she discovered that wherever she went, people were telling her story?
Why do her friends around her look at her more and more wrong?
Xie Xu has always been known as a gentleman, a gentleman's sword, and a gentleman's way.
An unparalleled genius in the fairy world, Duan Fang Yazheng's senior brother at the beginning, and a swordsman named Qingfeng Jiaoyue who is on the list of beauties.
Only he knows that he has no gentleman's heart.
He lived properly, precisely, and just right.
The new junior sister was completely opposite to him, too hot-tempered, too public, and too unpredictable.
He didn't like it.
Until one day, he looked up in the mud.
"The world has burned me into a divine shell and shattered me into the secular world. I am not the clouds by the river, I am not the moon in the clouds. I am busy and full of dust, but I have delusional dreams and embrace the sunshine."
He is heartless and not stingy. He will never look back until he hits the wall. Junior sister × cold and indifferent, senior brother, the proud son of heaven.
