(Easy ✘Cultivation✘Growth✘Group portrait)
The sickly junior sister × the social fear senior brother
In her previous life, she was a witch that everyone shouted at, and eighty-one soul-killing nails were driven into her by the person she trusted the most.
Before her soul and soul were destroyed, she only wanted to die.
When she opened her eyes again, she became a trash that was spurned by the world of cultivation. Her soul was incomplete, her body was weak and sick, and she could be blown down by a gust of wind.
On the ladder to heaven, everyone thought she was a "little pitiful person" just trying to make up the numbers.
But step by step, she climbed to the top that no one had climbed for thousands of years.
The phantom of the phoenix bowed its head for her, and Heaven himself gave her a sword.
Immortal spiritual pillars break into pieces when they see her; ferocious spiritual beasts run away when they see her.
The senior brother who was said to be fearful of coldness looked at the pale and fragile little junior sister in his arms and opened the "Guide to Raising Fragile Cubs" overnight.
He taught her how to read, warmed her porridge, and protected her from all the wind and rain.
Until a vision came from the sky, the Demon Lord came to the world, pointed at the girl who was protected behind him on the high platform, and smiled ferociously: "I found you, my... Sacrifice."
The whole place was dead silent.
The girl slowly raised her eyes, her always empty eyes filled with cold emotions.
Over the years of spending time with her partners, she has already transformed back into the unbeatable god she was in her previous life.
She pushed away her senior brother's trembling hand and pulled out the "Crescent Moon Sword" given by Heaven.
The sword pointed directly at the Demon Lord, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his voice was soft but with an arrogance that could not be ignored.
"Congratulations...
Found you, Death. "
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