Lin Qinghan has experienced all the hardships in the world of immortality in his life.
In the first eight times, when had she not rushed forward with all her strength? He almost lost his life trying to break through the secret realm, he bent down in front of the elders of the sect in order to ask for the basic breaking technique, and in the end he had to defend the entire sect from demon cultivators, and died on the battlefield with wounds all over his body. The result? The lucky little white flower took advantage of her achievements and became the heroine. The senior brother who believed in her with all his heart and soul turned around and sold her for benefits. In the end, not even a bit of soul was left.
When she woke up for the ninth time, she was lying on the grass in the back hill, and the clouds in the sky were floating slowly. Lin Qinghan stared at the cloud for a long time, and suddenly he didn't want to bother anymore.
What roll? The Five Spiritual Roots are the Five Spiritual Roots. No matter how much you practice, you can't compare to those who are born with good fortune. It's better to sleep in the sun. Unexpectedly, with his eyes closed and he was dazed, his cultivation level increased a lot. When choosing a sword at the Mingjian Tomb, everyone else was staring at the flashy new sword. She casually touched an old sword that was covered in dust. Unexpectedly, the sword shook on its own and recognized its owner - it was actually an ancient artifact. Someone in the sect's competition was looking for trouble. She was munching on the spiritual fruit and had no time to pay attention. The sword energy swung by the other party somehow bounced back, causing her face to be covered with mud.
The little white flower who had stepped on her before was pretending to be pitiful again, and wanted her to give up the opportunity? Lin Qinghan turned over and turned her back to the person: "Take it yourself, don't disturb my sleep." The senior brother who betrayed her in the past came to beg for reconciliation with a shy face. She threw a fruit core over casually: "Move, it's blocking me from the sun."
No one knows, this loser who lies flat all day
