Ling Yao felt that she must have been lucky.
When I went out to do a sect mission, I picked up a stunning beauty by the river.
The beauty was seriously injured, lost her memory, and lost all her spiritual power. Not only did she look good, she could also cook fish quietly.
Ling Yao's heart softened: It doesn't matter, I'll protect you!
But she gradually realized that something was wrong.
The evil cultivator that she couldn't defeat at all was killed by him with one palm;
He solved the difficult problems that no one in the sect could solve with one word;
Even the bottleneck she had been stuck in for a long time was overcome by his casual guidance...
Ling Yao looked at the Taoist friend next to her with a cold expression and a serious smile, and fell into deep thought:
So, what is the origin of this person she picked up casually?
