Lin Xi died a miserable death - she died suddenly while working overtime, was thrown into the world of cultivation by the system, and became a half-demon that everyone wanted to beat.
When she was being chased and rolled down the hillside, she thought she was going to die again.
When he woke up, he was lying on the soft couch in Nuange, with medicine carefully applied to Mao Er's wound. Sitting on the edge of the couch was a cold and good-looking man, and the movement of retracting his hand was a bit awkward.
"So soft." He whispered just now.
"What did you say?"
His expression remained calm, but his ears turned red: "You heard wrong."
——Later, the entire cultivation world knew that the cold-faced leader of the Wanjian Sect who had been inhumane for three hundred years secretly picked up a half-demon and hid it in the Nuan Pavilion on the main peak without letting anyone see it.
