During the ten years of the Jingguo drought, I was pushed onto the sedan chair as the most perfect work of the Shen family.
On the day of the marriage of four major immortal cultivating families, the escorting team was attacked by a demonic cultivator.
In the eyes of everyone, the cold and noble bride burst out with soaring demonic energy.
I looked down at the corpses all over the ground - they were all my husband and family elites.
The hijab fell into the bloody mud, revealing the mark of the black lotus blooming on my forehead.
It turns out that I am the "world-destroying demon species that deserves to be cut to pieces with a thousand knives" as they say.
