Ying Zhaoyi died once.
He died at the age of nineteen, lying in the ruins of his master's school. Zhou Jingyi, her senior brother whom she had respected for six years, stood in the middle of a pool of blood, with tree shadows between her and him. He said, "From now on, there will be no more classmate love," he cut off the wooden sign and left.
When I opened my eyes again, at the age of thirteen, the roof of Datongpu was still cracked.
In this life, she only does three things: become stronger, find out the truth, and pretend to be ignorant except for the way of swordsmanship.
Then she discovered——
The timid alchemist in the previous life made delicious snacks!
That upright big guy is a good weapon refiner!
That chatty little girl is actually the chosen talisman cultivator!
And she herself can actually listen to the voices of the mythical beasts! Countless spiritual beasts circled around her.
Ying Zhaoyi then smiled and said: "Good boy, come on! Bite them to death!"
As for Zhou Jingyi——
He put medicine beside her pillow, he led her to practice swordsmanship, and he led her to take different paths.
She looked at his eyes that were so pale that no emotion could be seen, and thought to herself: What was hidden in the last look that these eyes looked at her in the previous life.
When Zhou Jingyi kissed her carefully, she realized that he had already noticed that she was faking it, and that this crazy beauty, senior brother, has always loved me!
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