On Qingyun Peak, Shen Qingxian waited for Fu Qingxue for a thousand years.
A thousand years of wind and snow have swirled around the pines, and the scarlet sword tassels have been worn into frosty white.
What was waiting for him was a sword piercing his chest.
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What is Fu Qingxue's hatred?
It was she who used her half-demon body to block the thunderbolt that was supposed to hit Shen Qingxian for her senior sister.
She was covered in scars, kneeling in front of Xuanxiao Palace, looking up at that cold face for the last time——
I just want to get a trace of unbearability from those eyes.
But Shen Qingxian didn't look at her.
From beginning to end, not a single glance.
She crawled in the devil's abyss for a thousand years.
When every inch of bone was crushed and reattached, she gritted her teeth and thought about the same thing——
Kill the woman who ruined her cultivation and expelled her from the school.
She thought Shen Qingxian was living a good life.
The title has not been abolished, the dojo is still there, the trees are falling, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.
She thought that with this sword thrust, a thousand years of hatred would be settled.
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She didn't know that that palm was not to destroy her cultivation, but to save her life.
It was Shen Qingxian who devoted a thousand years of immortal cultivation in exchange for her life.
She didn't know that Shen Qingxian turned around to discuss matters that day because if he looked at her one more time, he would never be able to send her away again.
She didn't know that Shen Qingxian was imprisoned in Qingyun Peak for a thousand years.
Every inch of cultivation under the Jueling Formation was gone, and he was no longer an immortal.
He was a skinny mortal with blue wrist bones who had to take three breaks from holding his pen.
——Love makes the heart soft, and when it is soft, the devil enters; hate makes the heart hard, and when it is strong, the devil retreats.
Shen Qingxian has figured out everything.
What he didn't expect was that at the moment he was about to die, he would want to raise his hand and touch her face.
He raised his hand in the air, but was afraid of her disgust, so he quietly took it back.
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"Why don't you hide?"
When the sword thrust out, Fu Qingxue only asked this question.
Shen Qingxian did not answer.
She just smiled.
It's very light, like moonlight washed by wind and snow.
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The person she was waiting for finally arrived.
With the hate she gave.
Take her life with her.
There was also a sword that she never wanted to hide from.
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"The cold and forbearing immortal senior sister × the paranoid and fiery half-demon senior sister"
"Life is so short... Sister."
"It seems like it's been back to those five hundred years... Junior Sister."
Mission: Love is the most powerful force in the world
