After pretending to be dead for three hundred years, I appeared at the sect conference with the same face as before.
Among the people who pursued me, the most ruthless one was my junior brother who I loved the most back then.
He is now the sharpest sword under his uncle, specializing in eliminating dissenters and killing decisively.
I thought he was trying to kill me again.
Until he healed me, put on different clothes every day and gave me medicine
Me: ... Are you here to kill me, or are you here to open the screen?
The fake villain is really crazy and criticizes the junior brother × The fake death returns and the senior sister is confused
