There is a pair of well-known old enemies in the world of cultivation - Mu Jiqiu reconciles with Tingyuan.
One of them is an elder of the Immortal Sect, he has an immortal spirit, and his sword skills make evil spirits afraid of the cold. He is famous in all nine states.
As the Lord of the Demon Realm, he was full of evil and was notorious for causing harm to countless people with just the slightest move of his fingertips.
The two fought against each other and fought without distinction for nearly a hundred years.
Until a competition, Elder Mu had a sudden enlightenment one day, his hair turned gray suddenly, and he went into seclusion, leaving Jie Tingyuan alone to wander around.
The big devil suddenly felt that it was boring, and he no longer wanted to cause harm to the world.
She just gritted her teeth and left one sentence, "Wait," she wanted to see who was more powerful.
Then he went into seclusion in a daze.
Everyone didn't know whether to be worried or overjoyed. Oh, who cares?
In short, the world of cultivation has ushered in a period of peace and tranquility.
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Jie Ting Yuan often likes interesting things. The objects are the same, and so are the people.
She has lived for hundreds of years and this preference has never changed.
When she saw Mu Jiqiu for the first time, she thought: There is such a boring person here.
That was so much fun!
As the parting approached, she said to the man: "Sister, let's meet again."
There are countless goodbyes in life.
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Mu Jiqiu hated Jie Tingyuan, but he also loved her.
When I am alone, I always think of that woman.
Thinking of the corners of her raised lips, her gorgeous facial features, and the mole at the end of her eye.
When I think of her, the sound of my heartbeat seems to be particularly obvious.
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[My hatred for her is like a tide, fading away with the passage of time, but when I see her again, the sea breeze blows and rushes ashore.
I have been forced to face it head-on, but I can't. My heart once told me that Xu's secret emotions have never disappeared, but the owner is unwilling to face them. They are piled up inch by inch in the corner, covered with dust, waiting to be seen again.
Is it love? Is it hate? I can't tell or tell them apart, or there is no difference anymore. It's like two thin threads, entangled with each other, and then integrated into one.
[In other words, should I love her or hate her? And I will never get an answer to this question. After all, she was so hateful, but she was once loved by me.
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