Jiang Buyi traveled through time and entered the world of cultivation where the weak eat the strong in his mortal body.
Here, murderous intentions are hidden at every step, and in less than a day, she witnessed the tragedy of her fellow family members killing each other.
Later, she thought she would once again become a stepping stone for others to advance, but at the time of life and death, she saw a glimmer of light.
She saw a boy.
His name is Ling Zhao, he is a casual cultivator, his old clothes are stained with blood, his face is as quiet as snow, and his temper is gentle.
He dragged her out from the claws of the monster and later gave her half of a spiritual grass to save her.
She had no relatives, so she could only stay by his side and seek his protection.
She gritted her teeth and started practicing again, and he patiently taught her how to identify spiritual herbs, carve talismans, and identify poisonous miasma and spiritual breath.
Although he was short of spiritual resources, he would use the money he earned from hunting beasts to buy warm winter clothes for her and always protect her.
One day, Jiang Buyi discovered that he had awakened a strange ability and could see the spiritual brilliance of others.
Ling Zhao smiled lightly: "That's good. You won't be easily deceived by thieves in the future."
Under his smiling gaze, her heart palpitated slightly.
She thought she was in love with him.
Later, Ling Zhao set out to find the spiritual grass that could eradicate the root of her disease. When leaving, he gently inserted a green jade hairpin into her hair and told her to wait for him.
But instead of waiting for anyone to come, she waited for the bad news. Someone saw him at Wuxiangmen.
When she found him at the Wuxiang Sect, he was already sitting alone on a high platform, majestic and indifferent, which was strange to her.
Jiang Busuo was crowded in the crowd and looked up at him. At the same time, his eyes fell, cold and distant, with a heavy sense of oppression.
Jiang Busuo felt cold all over.
He was not Ling Zhao. The aura around Ling Zhao was like moonlight, warm and white. It could not be such a deep red color with blood and violence.
She must find Ling Zhao.
But why is this fake Ling Zhao, now the head of the Wuxiang Sect, always clinging to her and getting in her way!
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Ling Zhao lost a piece of his memory, and his heart felt empty.
That day in the crowd, he saw her at a glance, and his heart suddenly warmed up. Even if he didn't think of it, he knew that it was her.
But what she sees and thinks in her mind are other people?
Reading Guide
1. There is a misunderstanding
2. The male protagonist is upright and clean both physically and mentally.
3.1V1
4. HE
Purpose: To repay gratitude
