Jiang Li, the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation, personally took out my spiritual root and sealed me in a corpse coffin in order to save my beloved junior sister.
She said: "Azhi, be good, it only takes forty-nine days. When your junior sister recovers, I will take you home."
I believed it.
But I waited for a full five hundred and twenty days.
When the coffin lid was pushed open again, the former genius senior sister was already covered in rotten flesh, barely clinging to life with only a breath of resentment.
Jiang Li looked at me and cried in fear, she said.
"I'm sorry, I forgot the time while I was in retreat..."
I grinned my bone-white mouth and stabbed the rusty dagger into her heart in front of her.
"Master, I will give this life back to you. I no longer want to become an immortal, and I don't want you anymore."
Later, I heard that the aloof sword master had gone crazy, guarding a corpse and killed her through the world of cultivation. She just begged me to look at her again.
It's a pity that belated affection is lighter than grass.
[The cold, paranoid and belated master's attack VS the infatuated and broken disciple's despair]
[Abusive to the heart and body] [BE] [Wife Chasing Crematorium] [Master and Disciple]
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