Everyone in the world says that He Xianjun, a high disciple of the Lingyun Sect, was as handsome as the moonlight, handsome and distant. A sword of injustice that wipes out all injustices in the world.
Wherever they passed, the demons retreated and the evildoers were killed. Then the seas, rivers and rivers were clear, and the world was at peace.
As one of the dead souls killed by He Xianjun's sword, Mu Hanshi was quite critical of this.
It's a pity that the weather has changed, and it comes to his house every year. After resurrecting his life, he managed to survive and became a disciple of that dog's righteous way.
In order not to be killed as a house-stealing old monster, the dignified Demon Lord had no choice but to pretend to be crazy and act stupid all day long, trying to get through.
Ten years of companionship and teaching.
From disdain to reluctance, Mu Hanshi felt mixed emotions in his heart. He carefully concealed it, but he was no match for the cruel reality.
In this life, there is no cure for congenital deficiencies, and the rest of my life will only be a residual breath.
The warmth before my eyes seemed like a floating bubble, shattering at the touch of a touch.
He said to himself that this life was an oversight in the Heavenly Palace, and he was lucky enough to have spent his years in vain.
How deplorable, everything in the two lives was calculated, and he was trapped in jail, unable to extricate himself.
It turns out that this life is always going from warm to cold. Although it takes a different path from the previous life, we will always end up together.
I sigh that I am really just a passer-by in this world. Although I am with the bright moon and stars as my companions, it is inevitable to be separated.
Intention: Waiting for tomorrow