The entire Tianjian Sect knows that Senior Sister Pei Qing is the most talented ruthless Dao sword cultivator of this generation. Her sword heart is clear and she is dedicated to the Dao. She is as lonely and lonely as the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
But Mingyue also has selfish motives. According to rumors, senior sister Pei Qing is most partial to junior junior brother Xie Zhiyi.
Pei Qing himself proved that this is true.
One is: Xie Zhiyi is an orphan she picked up personally.
The second is: this child was raised by her, and he looks like her in every aspect, clean, simple, pure, and has a smooth swordsmanship.
There's just one thing, Xie Zhiyi loves to act coquettishly.
Pei Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms
The tall and thin boy was half-kneeling, rubbing his head against her neck, his voice full of tired attachment:
"I like Senior Sister so much. I want to be with Senior Sister for the rest of my life."
Pei Qing sighed, finally softening his heart. She went to the forbidden area and begged eighty-one sword punishments. Her muscles and veins were shattered and her cultivation was gone.
Since then, the ruthless path has been changed to the sentimental path.
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Before the ceremony for the two to unite, Pei Qing accidentally got separated from his teammates while on a mission, and strayed into the Holy Son Hall of the Hehuan Sect alone.
The Hehuan Sect is full of romantic and evil cultivators who treat emotions as playthings, especially the Holy Son, who is born with no intention and has thousands of people.
"Congratulations to Your Highness for successfully capturing the mission object. As long as you eat her, your cultivation level will surely reach a higher level."
In the hall, the attendant's voice sounded.
"But Your Highness, do you really want to join forces with her?"
"How is that possible?" Someone snorted, "That woman Pei Qing is dull and boring. If it weren't for her spiritual bones, I wouldn't even look at this woman twice."
The man was leaning on the beauty's couch, with his bare feet on the carpet. There were silver bells on his thin white ankles, his clothes were disheveled, and his ornaments and chains jingled.
His green-white fingers pinched the fan bone and he was shaking it.
Among the slutty bodies was a face that was exactly the same as her junior brother Xie Zhiyi's.
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As the holy son of the Hehuan Sect, Xie Zhiyi knew from birth that emotions were meant to be used.
But why, on the day when the lie was exposed, when he looked into his senior sister's calm eyes, he only felt terrified.
Later, there was a rumor that the beautiful Holy Son of Hehuan Sect was crazy. He took a knife, peeled off his exposed skin bit by bit, and knelt down at the foot of Tianjian Sect's mountain covered in blood.
Weeping like a ghost:
"Sister, I'm not dirty, don't let me go."
The cold and upright swordsmanship elder sister × the beautiful black-hearted Hehuan sect junior brother
Chasing Wife Crematorium The selfishness of a saint VS the sincerity of a dead man
Reading guide:
1v1 double c
group portrait
Purpose: love and hope
