Meng Qinghuan slipped and traveled to the world of immortality. She became a swordsman with a bad temper and would take action whenever she disagreed. In her words, she would not push if she could do it.
She is good at swordsmanship, strong in strength and has a thick health bar. The only shortcoming is that she is poor. She wears the same clothes year after year, which is the old saying of three years of new and three of old and three of sewing and mending. She digs people's graves as soon as she opens her eyes. There is no choice but to do it all for her favorite.
Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals thought she was a ruthless practitioner, until they saw her coaxing a weak alchemy cultivator in a soft voice, it was like seeing a ghost.
Ling Yuqing, a weak alchemy cultivator who couldn't protect himself, had no strength and couldn't finish the elixirs.
Ling Yuqing: "Senior sister, he bullied me."
Meng Qinghuan gently pulled the person behind him, pointed the sword in his hand directly at the person in front of him, and said coldly: "You are so tired of living, how dare you bully my people?"
Opposite person: "..." No, he's cheating!
