I turned into cannon fodder for cultivating immortals, but the system crashed?
It couldn't send me the last garbled command: "Kill the male protagonist and replace his luck."
Looking at the male protagonist who cut mountains and rivers with his sword in front of me, I silently put away the poison-quenched dagger.
She turned around and faced him with a charming smile: "Senior brother, do you think it's appropriate for me to be used as a leg pendant?"
Later, I became his most trusted "follower". During the sect competition, I put the bone-eroding incense into his teacup.
The way he looked at me when he vomited blood and fell off the cliff gave me nightmares for three hundred years.
Until the day of the decisive battle between immortals and demons, I was ordered to backstab, but his sword was held in his backhand.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed softly: "This time... Which luck do you want from me?"
