Xia Yi couldn't understand why he, the optimistic, cheerful, free-spirited, and handsome number one person in the world of cultivation, was almost tricked to death by the people from Tianji Pavilion just because the "oracle" said that he was a stumbling block on the path of the Son of Destiny.
Fortunately, the demon master in the ancient secret realm didn't seem to be smart. In order to make it more difficult for the righteous sect's Destiny Child, he forcibly resurrected Xia Yi, although... He became a demon cultivator.
Xia Yi: "It's so touching."
In order to see what makes him unworthy of becoming the Son of Destiny, Xia Yi followed the Son of Destiny and observed his behavior.
"Well, help the old lady cross the road, kind!" The old lady turned around and turned into a strange and beautiful girl to reward the son of destiny with a sweet kiss.
"Well, help the Beast Control Sect find the lost pet, good!" The daughter of the Master of the Beast Control Sect turned around and refused to marry him.
"Well, help the flower demon fight off the demon cultivator, good!" The flower demon Jiaojiao Didi promised her with her body.
Xia Yi collapsed, no, buddy, are you the reincarnation of the fox demon? You will soon have all the twelve constellations! Is this why he can't be the son of destiny? ! Just because he has never been in love for 200 years?
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Since Xia Yi disappeared, his chief disciple Xie Chenfei broke into the demon world to look for someone. There were rivers of blood everywhere, but that lazy but reassuring figure on his back was nowhere to be seen. Until one day when I was dragged to Chang'an Street by my junior sister, I saw a figure climbing the wall to peek into the female nun's bedroom.
Xie Feichen's usually expressionless face was slightly broken, "Master, it's so elegant." A low and dangerous voice sounded from behind Xia Yi. Xia Yi froze, turned around and ran away, "Master, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you very much. Let's talk." Xie Feichen grabbed someone by the back of his collar and put his sword against his waist. "Ha, Feichen, if you have something to say, put down your sword first. Come, let's talk about old times, master and disciple!"
Ps: Genius's mouth-watering master vs. Cold-faced hard-working real brother
Shuangjie, 1v1, soul resonance, the direction your sword points is my return.
Group portrait essay.
Purpose: No matter how difficult it is, the purity of the soul will not be lost