Xie Li died and lived again.
But he woke up on a butterfly in the capital.
Good news: She still has a brother. As long as I find my brother, everything will be easy.
Bad news: Brother... Is possessed.
The man is dressed in black and carries a silver coffin on his back. With the magic pattern on his forehead and his eyes red, he has become the master of the demonic path.
Countless righteous leaders surrounded him, shouting to beat him and kill him.
Xie Li's eyes turned black. Before he could figure out the situation, his brother struck with a sword, making no distinction between friend and foe.
The sky and the earth roared, and she fainted before she could even say a word.
When she woke up again, she saw her good brother holding her body... Kissing her. And she was buried in a pile of corpses, covered in blood.
Xie Li:?
Xie Li:! ! !
Xie Li felt dizzy and her ears were ringing.
She must have woken up in the wrong way.
She closed her eyes and lay back down. But at this moment, a cold and moist vine suddenly wrapped around her ankle and dragged her out.
Their eyes met, and the man's voice was calm but cold: "You have her breath on you, who... Are you?"
Xie Li's mouth was dry, her heart was beating like thunder, her scalp was numb, and her whole body was trembling: "Brother... Brother, brother, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck... I am the master's pheasant bird."
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Little Lihua had a pheasant, which he gave to her.
Stupid and dumb.
But that pheasant would not be sane, let alone look at him with such complicated eyes.
Only one person would look at him like that.
Trust him like that.
His eyes were burning and his heart felt hot.
His sister is back.
Intention: May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
