I dress up and teach the junior girls, but everyone wants me to die
On the day the list of gods was announced, I saw with my own eyes that Master filled in the names of my senior brothers one by one.
The senior brothers and sisters beside me were all sneering, saying that my death was imminent as a time traveler.
No one knows that I am bound to the "Instigation and Interception System to Change the Fate of All Members".
Until I led Tongtian Cult Leader to betray Xuanmen and kill Zixiao Palace.
Ancestor Hongjun was furious: "Tongtian, for the sake of a disciple of unknown origin, are you going to rebel against Heaven?!"
Master just gently protected me behind him, and the cold light of Zhuxian's Four Swords illuminated the thirty-third heaven.
"Wrong."
He said calmly.
"I personally taught her how to overturn this chaos."
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Deep in the Biyou Palace, it was eerily quiet.
The air was as stagnant as ten thousand years of ice, weighing heavily on everyone's heart. Every breath carried a rust-like chill, and there was also a very faint but ubiquitous smell of blood.
Wen Zhao knelt on the cold black jade stone ground, his head slightly lowered, his crow-feather-like eyelashes covering all the light in his eyes. She could hear the sound of her blood rushing through her eardrums, thump, thump, thump, like a beating drum, which made her fingertips tingle. Not because of fear, at least not entirely. It's more of a ridiculous, cold sense of validation.
Finally, here it comes.
