I, the demonic witch who is famous throughout the three realms, am dead. I died under the sword of my old enemy, Linyang Immortal, who was praised by everyone for his glory and glory. Before I died, I looked at his handsome but cold face, and said the last words to him with a smile: "Thank you, I am finally free." He seemed to be stunned at the time. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I was reborn as an ordinary outer disciple with extremely bad bones and thin spiritual energy, who couldn't be found in a crowd. Very good, there is only one goal in this life: to survive, it is impossible to practice cultivation, and strive to live to the age of two hundred and die. However, just a few days after the good days, the sect held a general election and Linyang Immortal Lord came in person. I huddled in the corner of the crowd and wanted to bury my head in the ground. But his cold gaze fell on me precisely as if it were equipped with a radar. Me: "..." Help! Σ(°Д°; From that day on, my "living" plan was completely ruined. He punished me to think about my mistakes, but I obeyed. He asked me to practice swordsmanship, and I worked diligently. He looked at me coldly, and I lowered my head to admit my mistake. The whole sect thought that the Immortal Lord hated me to the core and deliberately rubbed me out. Only I knew that he stood in front of my window in the middle of the night, with a bleak figure, muttering to himself: "Ah... Ruan, is that you?" I pretended to be asleep and didn't dare to move. Apart from me, he was the only one who called me like this thousands of years ago. He seemed to have remembered everything. But so what? In my last life, he personally pushed me into the abyss. In this life, I just want to be an ordinary passerby.
