[Yandere + no harem, no system + daily life + cultivating immortals + pure sweetness without swords + passionate]
On the day of my escape, I sent a spiritual message to my sickly wife.
I wanted to tell her, "I'm faking my death, don't worry."
As a result, for some reason, there was only a heavy breathing and the noise of weapons clashing.
I thought to myself: It's over, this is a huge misunderstanding.
Three years later, I kept my name anonymous and finally found out the details of the cult.
Just when I was about to take action, the entire cult headquarters was crushed to the ground by a giant star hand falling from the sky.
Ling stepped on the void, his eyes were scarlet, and behind him were thousands of cultivators from the God Realm.
She looked down at me who was dumbfounded, her red lips parted slightly: "It turns out that the ants that killed my husband are all hiding here."
"... Wait! Madam, listen to my explanation!"
Reader comments
It was so confusing to watch. The main plot revolved around. I didn't even know what I was writing. Just like your father recognizing his grandson as his son and the feeling of his son becoming his father. It was a pot of porridge. I didn't understand the boundaries between realms. What is what? These are
It was so confusing to watch. The main plot revolved around. I didn't even know what I was writing. Just like your father recognizing his grandson as his son and the feeling of his son becoming his father. It was a pot of porridge. I didn't understand the boundaries between realms. What is what? These are