The seduce-type disciple with the secondary disease is attacked by a rational, cold, arrogant, and arrogant master.
Jie Si felt that this was really unscientific. One second he was working overtime in the department to write an archaeological report. The content of his writing was a bronze sword unearthed from a wild ancient tomb with the word "chao" engraved on it. The next second he died suddenly? !
That's right, after three consecutive days of archaeological work and the rush to report, his body finally gave out.
And he was lying in front of the apprenticeship table of Xuanqingshan Sect, with wet cinnabar still on his fingertips, and the faint fragrance of cold pine and Qingxinshu lingering on the tip of his nose. Well, he should be able to conclude that he had traveled through time and passed through the body of a big demon with the same name as himself, and the person in front of him was the master of the original owner.
Scattered memories flashed through his mind. On the cliff of Zhenshu Mountain, the immortal in fluttering green robes pierced his chest with his sword. His other hand reached directly into his abdomen and dug out his spiritual core. Before he fell down the cliff, he vaguely heard the cheers of the crowd.
"Jie Si is dead! The big devil deserves it."
Well, this original owner was too miserable. He was actually killed by his own master. He had no system and no golden finger when he came here. This master was also ruthless. After all, he was a disciple who was brought up by his own hands. He was not merciless in killing.
But the longer time went by, the more he felt something was wrong. Why was this master treating him so well...
Preliminary summary:
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If you don't like it, please protect yourself from lightning.
Any form of verbal attack on any character except the villain is prohibited
Intention: Love under the blooming flowers
