[This article focuses on the evolutionary history of a sincere scoundrel + no cp + the heroine's cute and cheeky route]
On the first day of her cultivation, she was a quiet little beauty.
When I was practicing cultivation the next day, I gritted my teeth and looked grim.
On the third day of my cultivation, go to hell with the fairies, go to hell with the fluttering fairy spirit, I want to be a scoundrel, I want to be an aunt.
What, to cultivate immortality, you need to live without grains, to be pure in mind, and to... Get out of here. If you don't eat well, how can you have the strength to cultivate immortality or become a big boss? There is no ideal at all, and it is a waste of tens of thousands of years of teachings from our ancestors. It's up to me to rectify the world of immortality!
The sky will not fall and the earth will not fall, my aunt will go to the end of the world!
