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Bai Yuanxiang is born with the spiritual root of Huaxin, and her spiritual power rises and falls with the tides of the four seasons. It is strongest in summer and weakest in winter.
He is the second person in the past thousand years. I heard that the previous person with Huaxin spiritual roots has ascended.
People around her said this was a good destiny, but she was the only one who knew what it was like to almost freeze to death in the winter when she was eight years old, so she later went to practice in a place where the seasons were like spring.
On the way back home, I met a young man. He was the son of a good-for-nothing leader whose spiritual veins were blocked.
This person talks a bit too much. He has no spiritual power but is very courageous.
Bai Yuanxiang thought it was just a chance encounter with him, but at the last moment she reached out to save his life, but accidentally opened his spiritual veins that had been sealed for eighteen years.
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Bai Yuanxiang felt that the most outrageous and unlikeable thing she had ever done in her life was to go to Li Zishu the night before the retreat, kissed him, and then turned around and left.
Until she came out of seclusion again, the ebb and flow of Huaxin's spiritual roots had no effect on her, and her cultivation reached its peak again.
When he found his enemy, he accidentally got a glimpse of Huaxin's spiritual root and the secret of the life and death of the two worlds.
Bai Yuanxiang: "..."
How did the promised successor to the God of War become a demon?
How did the promised sister become a rival?
How come we agreed to be a couple for the rest of our lives, never to be separated for the rest of our lives?
*Double clean, 1v1. The writing is incomplete, sisters won't turn against each other, there's no female rivalry, it's a classic fairy-tale style, it's slow-burning, there's a mountain of private settings, it's not a great heroine story, it's a drama about growing up and fighting monsters.
Intention: Keep your heart as before, and the dead wood will spring again
