Mortal flow+No heroine+Not a good person
When Lin Muhan rescued his junior sister who was being chased by a demon cultivator, his sword energy in his left hand was like a rainbow. In his right hand, he had stuffed the thousand-year-old snow lotus in the demon cultivator's arms into his storage ring - after all, he had lured the demon cultivator with three bowls of spirit tea mixed with poison.
The sect master pretended to be seriously injured and surrendered, then turned around and squatted in the opponent's retreat to detonate a thunderstorm; the Immortal Alliance Demon Slayer cried and said that he wanted to collect the corpses of the people, but in fact he was trying to pick up the magic weapon left behind by the great master.
"They say I am the last light in the world of cultivation?" Lin Muhan wiped off the leader's blood on his sword and chuckled at the trembling members of the Immortal Alliance: "Remember to stay away from me next time you go through the tribulation - after all, if the lightning strikes crookedly, you can't blame me."
