Shushu, honest woman x Tianjiao, dank man
Two hundred years ago, Qiu Xin transformed into one of the hundreds of cauldrons under the Demon God's throne. Adhering to the work attitude of "never being at the bottom, nor being at the top", she managed to survive until the day when the Demon God destroyed the world.
The war was about to begin, and the devil was about to make the final harvest. Qiu Xin was just about to escape with her baggage when she was snatched back by the dog boss who was supposed to be there.
A smile appeared on the face that had always been noble and cold.
Qiu Xin's heart was filled with despair. She closed her eyes, kicked her legs, and lay there like a dead fish, letting someone manipulate her.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the process, she smelled a sweet fragrance on the tip of her nose, and the uncertain dog kicked her and said: "Get out!"
Qiu Xin was kicked so hard that she was stunned: Thank you... Thank you?
The battle between immortals and demons only lasted for less than half a month, and ended with the demon being suppressed.
Qiu Xin, who escaped: It shouldn't be.
As a short-lived furnace that cannot be practiced and can only be harvested, Qiu Xin is still alive two hundred years later: It shouldn't be! ?
Wait, could it be that Ye Hexiu... She probably, maybe, seemed to have sucked away the devil's... Cultivation?
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Qiu Xin has always been prepared for danger in times of peace, and the cultivation she has absorbed will eventually be exhausted.
I heard that the Taiqing Sect had a sacred object. The son of the leader, Lin Siheng, had been seriously ill since he was a child and had no way to practice. He used this sacred object to recuperate and has now broken through to the Nascent Soul realm.
Qiu Xin went through a lot of troubles to sneak into the new students. Unexpectedly, she failed to follow and find the holy object. Instead, she was tethered to the spot by a familiar fragrance.
When Qiu Xin saw the person's face clearly: She didn't dare to open her eyes, hoping it was my imagination.
Qiu Xin ran away, but Lin Siheng held her wrist firmly.
The man was covered in blood, like a fierce ghost killed in the Palace of Yama.
While Lin Siheng's spiritual power was mobilizing, Qiu Xin thought that he would definitely die, and he was about to kneel down as the two sides fought.
Unexpectedly, the man knelt down on one knee first, his handsome and cold and arrogant cheeks like an immortal, gently rubbed open her clenched fist, held her cold fingertips, and lifted his hot chin.
Qiu Xin:! ! ? !
Intention: The invincible Xiaoqiang, the ever-strong vitality