Shen Zhao, an idler from the outer sect of the Sword Sect, has no spiritual roots. His only talent is making soup to nourish his pulse and mixing incense to soothe his nerves. She picked up a three-legged dog, a rabbit with a broken leg, and a man covered in blood.
The man's name is Pei Qingzhou. He has killed three thousand souls under the sword in the past three hundred years, and the entire cultivation world is afraid of him.
Only Shen Zhao was not afraid. She tried medicine on him, fed him porridge, and praised him for his good looks.
So the devil's injury had already healed, but he said it was not healed.
She wears three sets of clothes every day and passes by her window, and takes time to brush her hair in the middle of a fight.
Competing with rabbits for favor, competing with flowers for beauty, the whole sect is watching this poisonous weed bloom like crazy.
Someone asked Shen Zhao: "What kind of thing do you have in your yard?"
Shen Zhao thought for a while and smiled: "The devil I raised is very well-behaved."
She didn't know what opening the screen meant, but he opened it only for her to see.
Intention: The clumsiest kindness can melt the coldest evil spirit