No Need to Wait for You Anymore

As the leader of the Demon Sect, I would like to mention an old enemy. The eldest disciple of Qingshuang Hall, Gui Che. The Light of Righteousness, the future successor, looks - very good-looking. What about the system? No. What about Goldfinger? Neither. Only the woman in white in front of me drew her sword and pointed it at me, saying coldly: "Shen Yanqing, today is the day you die." I said yes. Then I fought with her for three years. Never won once. —— It's not that it can't be beaten. Every time the tip of her sword came close to my heart, it would always miss by three inches. I think all righteous people have this virtue: be compassionate and refrain from killing. Later, I couldn't help but ask her: "Why don't you do it?" She didn't answer. The tips of the ears were red. A 327-year-old man is still doing this. —— Guiche was three hundred and twenty-seven years old. When he became famous, my great-great-grandfather was still wearing crotchless pants. And I am seventeen this year. I came from time travel, sorry. I have no idea about the background of the previous leader of the Demon Sect, how old his body was, or whether he had any enemies. Anyway, from today on, my name is Shen Yanqing, I am seventeen years old, and this person in front of me is my old enemy. The kind that looks good. —— In front of others, we are old enemies. I drew my flute, and she drew her sword. Everyone knew that the Gui sect and the Demon sect were at odds with each other. Queen—— "Gui Che." "Yeah." "Do you like me a little bit?" Her hand movements stopped. Long time. "... You really are." The voice is very soft. The tips of the ears are red. I laughed. A three hundred and twenty-seven-year-old man was teased like this by a seventeen-year-old girl. —— Later Her master is ill and the sect has no one to support her. Something happened to me and I had to be independent That night she came to me, her eyes were red but her sword was held firmly. She said: "Next time we meet, I won't show mercy." I looked at her. For three hundred years, she had looked down at all sentient beings, with nothing in her eyes. She looked at me now, with tears in her eyes. I said, "What a coincidence, so am I." —— The next meeting was in front of the two armies. Her white clothes were stained with blood, and my sleeves were stained with dust. She raised her sword. I didn't hide. The tip of the sword grazed the side of my neck, and her hand froze in mid-air. Thousands of people are paying attention, and the wind is blowing the flag. I took a step forward, close enough to smell the cold fragrance in her sleeves. "Gui Che," I said, "your sword is off by three inches." She said nothing. His eyes were red. In three hundred years, she has never known what it means to be soft-hearted. Until she met a seventeen-year-old little sect leader who didn't know how high the world was. He leaned on the tip of her sword and asked her: Are you reluctant to let go? She indeed is. That's it from the first sight. —— Later, someone asked her what was so good about that little sect leader. She thought about it for a long time. Those who waited long enough to ask questions thought she would not answer. "In three hundred years," she said, "I have seen the sea turn into mulberry fields, and I have seen the genius turn into withered bones." "Before I met her, there was no difference between three hundred years and three days." "After meeting her——" She paused. "I want to see you every day." —— The 300-year-old swordsman × the 17-year-old little sect leader. She lived for three hundred years and never knew what love was. Then a desperate person came up and asked: Do you like me? She said yes. "She taught me. In addition to killing people, a sword can also deflect by three inches." "She said, those three inches." "It's 'I' who arrived three hundred years late in the world of mortals." ——It seems that it is indeed the case. Intention: Hatred of Hai Qingtian is just a reason to want to reunite. You are not my opposite, you are my simultaneous presence.