As a demon lord, Bu Shenglian was stabbed in the back by his most trusted protector and was seriously injured. He had to pretend to be a poor man with a broken family and hide in the first sect of the righteous way.
Every step is honest and honest, and every step is pity.
Her plan was flawless. Not only did she recover from her injuries, but she also managed to get rid of the lair of these hypocritical guys who claimed to be the righteous path of Taoism, and finally fought her way back to the demon world with honor.
But the detailed work lasted less than a month.
Bu Shenglian: "Bah! What kind of righteous way of Xuanmen! The masses bully the few, the strong bullies the weak!"
"My waist... Do I need to sleep on a hard bed if I am correcting my waist?"
"Ah--heh, is there any difference between sitting at the Mao hour and resting at the Hai hour, and sitting at the Wei hour and resting at the Yin hour?"
When Bu Shenglian was bullied, the senior brother came to the rescue; when Bu Shenglian couldn't get used to sleeping on a hard bed, the senior brother brought him soothing tea; when Bu Shenglian couldn't get out of bed due to his schedule, the senior brother knocked on the door in person.
On the surface, the brother and sister take care of each other, but only Bu Shenglian knows that every late at night, when she opens the secret report from the magic city, the name of senior brother Nansuan is clearly listed on the "must-kill list."
He is the leader of the righteous ANBU and the god of death who specializes in killing demon spies.
That night, Nansampan gave Bu Shenglian another midnight snack.
Bu Shenglian leaned on the door frame, smiling half-heartedly: "Elder brother is so kind to me, I really can't repay him."
Nan Sampan gathered the broken hair at her temples for her, his fingertips brushed her earlobe, his warm breath fell on the top of her head, and his white neck was close at hand: "Why don't you... Give me your life?"
Bu Shenglian smiled, raised his collar to his ear, and whispered, "What a coincidence, I want your life too."
Moonlight, looking at each other.
He is laughing, and so is she.
He held his hand on the hilt of the sword, and her tongue was underneath.
In this game, who will admit defeat first?
The devil pretends to be a white-flowered heroine × the righteous, gentle, gentle and murderous male protagonist
Intention: What is sincere in this will be reflected in that
