Eighteen Ways to Win Over a Senior Brother

Thanks to the promise of room and board, Qi Yu, who had been wandering for three months, became the last disciple of Qi Ergou, leader of Miaoyin Mountain.

With a crook of her finger, she won over the sect's number-one beauty, the embodiment of elegance and refinement: her senior brother.

From then on, she fed the flood dragon, farmed, and took care of the crops and vegetables.

She had a house backed by mountains, with spring warmth and flowers in bloom.

Who could have guessed that after barely a few days of good living, she'd go out and fall to her death?

The thing Qi Yu regretted most as she lay dying was that on all those countless beautiful moonlit nights, instead of doing anything worthwhile, she'd sat around chatting with him all night.

Qi Yu: "If heaven gave me another chance..."

And so, she came back to life.

But looking at the seven-year-old senior brother in front of her, soft as a glutinous rice cake, she gave up on everything.

But no matter. They could play at raising him...

Young Senior Brother: "Why are you so nice to me?"

Qi Yu: "Because I'm going to be your future Dao companion. I'm afraid you won't recognize me when we meet, so I'm getting to know you first."

Young Senior Brother: "Oh."

Qi Yu (motherly smile).

Who knew she'd die again after barely a few days of good living???

When she opened her eyes once more and saw the man sitting by her bed, she grabbed his hand without a word. "Senior Brother, time is short. Let's get started!" Otherwise I'll die again and again and again!

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