Waking up from the precognitive dream, Huaiwei found that she was living in a sadistic novel.
According to the script, she will die blocking the sword of Taoist monk Pei Changyuan on the winter solstice, becoming the white moonlight on his path to heroism - a footnote that no one even remembers her name.
Huaiwei took one look at the script and tore it up.
The spiritual root is suppressed? Got it.
Taoist business? Quit.
You owe me fifty thousand spiritual stones? A press conference was held, and the entire cultivator community came together to collect debts.
On the day of her death, Pei Changyuan looked at her affectionately: \\\"Weier, if I die in battle today——\\\"
Huaiwei stepped back ten feet: \\\"Tell me my name at the coffin shop and get a 20% discount.\\\"
Then he kicked him into the Demon Lord's palm.
\\\"Your Bai Yueguang script is finished. Next, is my leading female role.\\\"
Later, the first independent female cultivator office in the world of cultivation opened.
Later, she became the most untouchable woman on the hot search list.
Later, the superior demon lord squatted as the top brother in her super chat, posting every day: \\\"Sister is doing great today too.\\\"
Huaiwei thinks the plot is quite good.
After all, this time - she wrote it herself.
Concept: fantasy romance, sword cultivation, brainless fun