The Sick Beauty Master Doesn't Want to Be Cleansed

[The full text is being refined. There will be a lottery after the completion. Those who want to participate can book the full text in advance. There will only be a lot more content =3= The full order only costs 14 yuan, which is not easy to write. Thank you for supporting the original version! The cover is Jun Xun's character design, the big picture + the battle damage picture show the way wb@ Desert Frost, I am looking for the most beautiful TvT] Jun Xun is dressed up again, this time as the vicious villain Shizun who plays the protagonist. This master was sick and sick, but he had the strength to treat the protagonist harshly, forcing him to turn into a black man. In the end, he was imprisoned and tortured, and his soul was scattered to death. The system told Jun Xun that his mission this time was to cleanse the evil master and redeem the protagonist to become a god. Jun Xun, a professional villain who is dedicated to making trouble and has never succeeded in his mission, directly tore up the script—— Why do you want to help others? Isn't it nice to be a god yourself? Earn blood by becoming a god, and you won't lose anything by playing to death:) *** A maverick and arrogant beauty appeared out of nowhere in the world of cultivation. Today I singled out the Demon Lord and snatched the sword that was regarded as a treasure; Tomorrow will tease the saint and lift the mask that the other person never leaves; The day after tomorrow... The day after, he dragged his apprentice into the Demon Abyss, and they both came back with their hair and tail intact! Everyone was shocked and excited, thinking that this evildoer would be beaten up by everyone, but the Demon Lord, Saint, Immortal Prodigy, Righteous Master, and Villain Boss all came forward and confessed their feelings to him in public. And the protagonist who was supposed to be "abused" by him blocked him in the corner when the crazy bees and butterflies chased him to the door. He leaned over and kissed Jun Xun's soft lips, whispering affectionately: "... Master, have you had enough fun?" The person involved, Jun Xun: ... I am a villain, what is wrong with you? ? ? No appointment, say goodbye, don't touch me :) *** Every time Rong Hua saw his cheap master, he secretly planned how to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors so that he would get the retribution he deserved. But one day, he found that his master had changed. Don't make things difficult for him anymore, or even care about him anymore. Lielie in red clothes is flamboyant and wanton, like a seductive fairy. One person and one sword can turn the cultivation world upside down. Everything in the world seems to be just a plaything that can be discarded at any time in those eyes. Rong Hua: ... Oops, I'm a little excited. He found that he still wanted to deceive his teacher and be rebellious, but... He was the kind of "deceiver" who felt like his heart was burning with flames, and he was the kind of "rebellious" person who wanted to fight to the death with that person. *** Come back, my god. Demining Guide 1. I am the Immortal Hero, and I set up my own secrets like a mountain, attacking and receiving each other, falling in love and killing each other, 1v1, HE 2. He is criticized for being crazy, he is unruly and relies on his beauty to commit crimes, he has a standard villain boss mentality in the early stage, and it takes time to change_(:з∠)_ 3. The author is Yan Gou, and the protagonists are all beauties. Kindergarten logic, fun to write ———————————————————————— ↓With ↓With ↓Xianxia↓Romance↓Pre-receipt↓ * "My ex-husbands who were enlightened want me to regret it" * ★Third person of text★ Under the city tower, thousands of demons are attacking. The Immortal Lord held my hand to protect the people who were bruised and on the verge of death. He said: "Xue Ye... In all these years, have you ever loved me even a little bit in your heart?" I looked up at the sun and smiled softly: "If you want to die, die quickly. I have to catch the next one." The Immortal Lord gritted his teeth: "... Where else are you going?" Me: "The Demon Lord, the Demon Lord, and the Holy Lord have made an appointment today. If we don't go, they will all die." * I disguised myself as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and the system told me that I was born with a sentimental streak. As long as I defeated the big guys 1, 2, 3, and 4 and coaxed them to practice dual cultivation with me, I could break through the realm and ascend to immortality. Me: "Thank you, but I'm a swordsman and I just want to practice swordsmanship." Me: "Oh yes, I'm afraid of falling in love." So on the day when I officially became an inner disciple, I opened the sword manual and resolutely chose the ruthless path. System: "...?" * But I still conquered the big guys 1, 2, 3, and 4, and then killed my husband to prove the truth when they loved me the most, and successfully ascended. The fairy world is so nice. There are no wild bees, noisy butterflies, and no boring love brain. I can finally concentrate on practicing swordsmanship. But before I could be happy for a few days, I was dragged back by my insane ex-husbands. They held my hand and tried their best to make me feel emotional, to prove that I really loved one of them. Me: "Thank you, but I don't love people, only swords." After saying that, I raised my sword and stabbed everyone who was entangled with me again. I'm serious. I didn't expect that my spirit sword was also serious. So one night, I was crawled under the bed by a pretty boy. Under the cold moonlight, I reached out to grab the sword and found nothing. And he said affectionately: "I know you love me so much, so I practice hard just to transform myself and stay with you -" The sword is gone and the man is numb. My silence was deafening. I politely said, "Excuse me, can you change back?" Sword Spirit: "...?" Me: "I am a nostalgic person. You can use it easily, but it is very troublesome to make a new sword." Sword and Soul: "QAQ" ———————————————————————— Intention: The human heart is only in danger, the Taoist heart is only weak; the essence is only one, and it is allowed to hold on to the center.