There Is Light in the Ruins

Yao Xi is the most inconspicuous outer disciple of the Qingwei Immortal Sect. With poor qualifications and no background, all he did was menial tasks such as serving tea and water and cleaning the animal pens. But she has a skill - she is sweet-tongued and thick-skinned, and she is never ambiguous when it is time to give in. "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. You drink this cup of tea first." "Sister, this dress is so beautiful. No wonder the spiritual field is under your control." With a smile and just the right compliments, she managed to survive in the fairy world where the weak preyed on the strong. But she never expected that the inner sect brother who kept saying he wanted to marry her would personally push her into a crack in the abyss in order to marry the daughter of the Immortal Alliance—— "If you die, no one will know about those things about me." Xuyuan is a place where monsters were sealed in ancient times. The living creatures that have fallen in for thousands of years have not come out. She's not dead. I don't know how many bones in my body were broken. I was lying on a dark and cold wasteland, and I didn't even have the strength to raise my head. In front of him was a man in black who was bound by chains. His eyes were as cold as looking at a corpse. She grabbed the hem of his clothes and said with anger: "Save... Me..." Feng Lin looked down at her for a long time: "What do you want in exchange for it?" ——That's not an inquiry, it's a trial. Later she came to life and returned to the fairy gate. The outer disciples noticed that Yao Xi had changed - she still smiled and had a sweet mouth, but there was something else in her eyes. She was checking something out. About that senior brother back then, about the Immortal Alliance, and about the real reason why she was pushed into the abyss. After checking and checking, I found the wrong person. The day she was blocked in a dark alley, there were seven or eight people on the other side, but she couldn't beat them. She sighed and said to the empty alley: "If you don't come out, I will really die." Black shadows fell from the sky, and within three moves, everyone fell to the ground. Feng Lin looked at her with a cold face: "What do you think of me?" She smiled and patted his shoulder: "It's a life-saving charm." Later, rumors began to spread among the immortals that there was someone behind Yaoxi. Every time she encounters a problem, a dark shadow always appears. But occasionally, she would figure it out on her own. For example, the steward who slandered her for stealing the elixir was exposed in public by her own collection of evidence; the fellow disciple who wanted to steal her assignment was deceived by her own brains. Feng Lin sometimes appears by himself. In the middle of the night, she was looking for clues at her desk. When she raised her head, he was leaning against the window, saying nothing, just looking at her. She smiled at him: "You're here, help me read this file." He picked up the file with an expressionless face and read it all night. Everyone thought that Yao Xi was a dodder flower that relied on the devil to survive. Until the day when the Immortal Alliance besieged Xuyuan, millions of monks pressed the territory, and her former sect members clamored for her to come out and die. The city gate opens. Yao Xi stood alone on the city wall, and the sword in her hand was dripping with the blood of the son of the leader of the Immortal Alliance. She turned back and smiled in a certain direction: "Feng Lin, don't move this time." An almost inaudible chuckle came from the darkness. ——The sun in his house has grown up. The little sun heroine who is cheerful and measured to the outside, but is full of eyes for him internally × The gloomy demon who is cold at first, but then slowly softens 1v1 | Shuang Jie | The female protagonist takes revenge | The male protagonist flashes to protect her Concept: True gentleness is not weakness, it is the courage to hug someone with a smile even after being bruised and bruised. Real strength is not the absence of tears, it is walking one's own path while crying.