One Hundred Years After the Death of Sister Long Aotian

An ordinary girl in the ordinary world, who transformed into Long Aotian's sister in the cultivation novel, died very early on the night of genocide. One hundred years after his death, he was suddenly bound to a system. It's a strategy system. Many people are bound to it and they can't defeat Long Aotian. I have no choice but to resurrect my sister and pull her up to try. The first task is to hold hands with Long Aotian. At this time, Long Aotian was no longer the lonely little brother that no one cared about in his sister's impression. The system said that everyone in the five realms and nine heavens called him Immortal Lord. There were millions of people bleeding like rivers under his sword. Anyone who touched a corner of his clothes would die. No one could hold his hand alive. The younger sister is not sure whether she can complete the task, because it has been a hundred years and her brother probably no longer remembers her. After all, our relationship was not very good when we were children. My sister was a noble eldest daughter, and my brother was an unloved child of a down-and-out aunt. He was borderline, gloomy, always had his eyes lowered, and never looked at his sister. She tried to sneak into a banquet, dressed as a maid, poured wine for her brother, and nervously raised her eyelashes to see her brother's face. The system kept chattering and told her that her brother was at a banquet of the Hehuan Sect. At that time, the saint of the Hehuan Sect personally poured the wine, but her brother did not drink. The leader of the Hehuan Sect said that if he did not drink, he would cut off the saint's head. At the end of the banquet, seven saints were killed in succession, but the Immortal Lord did not drink a drop of that glass of wine. His heart is so cold and cold. The sound of jade breaking came to my ears. It was my brother who accidentally dropped the jade cup. The younger sister was so frightened that she wanted to step back, but her wrist had already been grabbed by her brother, like a butterfly being grabbed by its wings. Everyone in the room was silent, not daring to say a word. Only her brother looked at her intently, and gently, as if in a dream, called her name, "... Yuyin?" The reminder that the task was completed was mixed with her brother's voice, and the younger sister said in fear, "It's me... Brother." "Are you going to take me home... I have nowhere to go." … My brother is very good, and he is not the cruel and tyrannical immortal king in the rumors. My brother has a fiancée who is a very good sister. She is beautiful and treats He Yuyin well. He Yuyin talks to her about everything. He can tell his sister many things that cannot be told to his brother. But she felt sorry for her sister because the system always released unspeakable strategy tasks. I want to sit on my brother's lap, look up and be kissed by him. Her brother had to measure her thigh inch by inch, and the soft flesh overflowed from his fingers like melted snow. He Yuyin covered her eyes in shame, her brother's lips were pressed against her thigh, and she trembled and shed tears. Later, his brother and sister were getting married, and all the missions were completed. He Yuyin thought that it was time for him to leave. She bid farewell to her brother and said politely, "Thank you for always taking care of me." Her brother interrupted her, Yuyin, where are you going? This is your home. When my brother stood up, he knocked over the easel, and the scrolls scattered on the ground. He Yuyin's face was all over the scrolls in the room. He Yuyin backed away in confusion and fear. You should draw your sister, who is your fiancée...? Fiancée, the brother laughed contemptuously. The sister walked in expressionlessly and suddenly showed a familiar smile to He Yuyin. He Yuyin realized for the first time that her brother and sister looked so similar. The way her sister smiled was exactly the same as his brother. I heard that my brother once created a city of puppets and strangled a demon who was famous throughout the world... The elder brother hugged He Yuyin's waist from behind and laughed softly, Yuyin, sister, baby. I created a puppet just to know what you are thinking. It's good that you like her and want to talk to her. But why did you leave your brother? You can't leave your brother. Because this is our wedding, the wedding dress you picked, the palace you picked, the bed you picked... Yes, you thought you picked it for your sister, but no. If you like your sister, then let her dress you, okay? Aren't you happy with your brother's bridal chamber, Yuyin? Intention: Fly out of suffering towards spring.