The young master of the Ji family, Ji Huaiqing, is extremely talented. He is about to reach the Nascent Soul before he reaches the weak crown. It should have been the sharpest sword in the Xianmen family for a hundred years. Unfortunately, there is a sick sister behind him. He coughs every five steps and gasps every ten steps. He can live for sixteen years only because of his brother's cultivation.
Whenever everyone hears people lamenting that their brother's cultivation has been delayed because of her, Ji Yunlan, the sickly sister, also feels very sorry.
Because the real Ji Yunlan is dead.
The one who is now saying "brother" is Sang Ruo, the demon of the Xianmen family who is shouting to fight and kill.
The devil who was once as humble as a piece of grass has now transformed into a noble lady from a noble family. Sang Ruo thought happily that as long as she didn't tell, Ji Huaiqing would never find out.
After all, it's really easy to play a weak and weak sister who can't even hold a cup of tea without her brother.
But the day when Sang Ruo killed his enemy with his own hands.
Ji Huaiqing stood not far away.
Just when Sang Ruo was thinking in a panic about how to explain that his helpless sister accidentally stabbed the sword into someone else's heart, Ji Huaiqing leaned close to her ear, held her hand and pushed her forward an inch. His voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing her to drink medicine, but he said to her: "Sister, your actions must be crisp."
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Ji Huaiqing occasionally thinks of a day long ago.
The first time Sang Ruo imitated someone else's appearance, it was almost full of flaws.
And he just smiled.
Not revealed.
"The girl who pretends to be a good girl × the hypocrite is really a dark critic"
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Intention: Despair is also life, and illusion also contains sincerity.
