On the cave stone bed, I pushed away his broad shoulders and stood up. I stepped on the ground with my bare feet and picked up the bellyband that he had forgottenly thrown on the ground last night. The bright red marks on my fair skin were like fallen plum blossoms. I frowned and activated the Qingxin Jue. Yesterday, I accidentally entered this cave to avoid a thunderstorm, and the snake king Xuan Yin actually transferred the thousand-year-old demon element to me - a male voice like ice jade directly rang in my consciousness: Aren't monks the most important about cause and effect? From tonight onwards, every thunderstorm you encounter... You have to bear the mark of this king and go through it. But I clearly saw that the tip of his tail was quietly hooking the broken belt of my Shen Hefang...
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[No system + Mortals cultivating immortals + Big heroine + Revenge + Cool writing + Oriental fantasy]
It's beautiful and the story is very manly [shy]