The Right Way Says That This Woman Should Be Killed

In her previous life, Si Zuyao was a famous genius in the world of cultivation. Everyone said that this woman has a bright future and will become a great master. Then she "rebelled". He secretly learned forbidden arts, massacred cities and villages, and fell into the devil's path. Even the young master of the Huo family, who had not been interested in world affairs for a long time, was so enraged by her that he offered a reward of ten thousand yuan for her head. The right way says: This woman deserves to be punished, her sins are unforgivable! The master's movements of slapping her Taoist body were clean and neat, making people suspect that he had practiced it secretly. When Si Zuyao woke up, her Dantian was emptier than a newly bought storage bag, and her spiritual roots were broken like noodles caught by a door. She stared at the ceiling and made calculations. If she didn't study the forbidden arts, the remaining days would probably be just enough for her to finish her funeral arrangements. When the blame came for the massacre of the city, she was writing a paper thousands of miles away - "On the Improvement and Application of Forbidden Techniques". No one believed it. Because the murderer's modus operandi was exactly the same as her theory of forbidden arts. The murderer copied her homework, and she took the blame for the murder. She cut the portrait of the second son of the Huo family's late wife. She recognizes this. But it was her coward brother Huo San who begged her to chop it down. His brother valued the painting more than his life and cried all day long. His brother wanted to force him out by "destroying the painting". Si Zuyao's heart softened and she stabbed him down. I accidentally did something wrong with good intentions. As a result, Mr. Huo did not come out, but went deeper. From then on, he hated her to the core, and would always say to everyone he met, "Si Zuyao destroyed my deceased wife's face." Since then, Si Zuyao has become famous and infamous. On the day she died, the seal of the demon realm was broken. The demon king who had just broken the seal was deceived into the formation again before he could take a breath. The liar shouted "Si Zuyao asked me to do it" before leaving. The devil was imprisoned for another seven or forty-nine days, thinking about digging her grave every day. —— When she was crucified on the Zhuxian Platform, the whole world celebrated together. Si Zuyao closed her eyes and made a wish: In the next life, can you let me be a good person quietly? Thirteen years later. Si Lin, a useless disciple from the outer sect of Xuanqiao Sect. Spiritual root: useless. Cultivation: None. Daily routine: sweep the yard, clean the incense burner, and kowtow to the ancestor. Her lifelong wish: to make the school bigger and stronger and create greater glory. For this reason, she could bear the humiliation, get up early and go to bed late, cover her ears and pretend not to hear any grudges in the world. But why. Third Young Master Huo came to the sect to communicate. He was stunned at her face for a long time. He went back and told his brother: "That junior sister looks exactly like our chopped-up painting." Second Young Master Huo rushed to Taixu Sect overnight, took out half of the canvas with red eyes and tremblingly: "You... Are you reincarnated?" Si Zuyao was so frightened that she cast a spell and fled thousands of miles away. ​— After the Demon Lord broke the seal, he really went to dig a grave. A casual cultivator said that he had seen it with his own eyes. But what he saw seemed to be different from the rumors. This was the strangest sight he had ever seen in his life. The demon lord squatted in front of an unnamed grave, squatting motionless for three days and three nights. No one dares to come close. On the fourth day, he started digging the grave. Use those atomized hands to dig handfuls of soil. Soil leaked from between his fingers. He dug a handful and most of it leaked out. He dug for a whole day before he found the coffin. There was only a withered bone and a rusty and broken sword in the coffin. When he took out the withered bones, everyone saw that the fog that could not hold anything suddenly solidified for a moment. Just for a moment. It seemed like I had used all my strength. Then the fog cleared, and the bones fell to the ground, and a few of them were broken. The Demon Lord knelt in front of the broken bones and made a sound for the first time. Not a roar, not a curse, just a whimper that no one could hear clearly. The sky within a radius of ten miles was as dark as eternal night. Determination: Do something when you know it is impossible to do