One sentence summary: Butterflies love flowers, flowers love themselves.
When Yin Yunguang opened his eyes for the first time, he was told that its mission was to seduce that superior person and pull him down from the altar.
When Yin Yunguang saw that man, he made up his mind to kill him and replace him.
Zhuang Yi, the young master of this generation, obeyed his words. I dug my own grave and gave him my eyes.
Everything is done naturally, no matter what kind of throne, what kind of knowledge is born, what kind of majestic reincarnations of divine messengers, they are nothing more than this. He didn't know the truth until he died.
To this stupid person, Yin Yunguang covered his eyes with her palms and told everything. His origin was fake, he had no feelings for him at all, the so-called sacrifice was fake, and even his gender and appearance were fake.
Yin Yunguang kept talking, Zhuang Yi was definitely dead, blood flowed all over the ground, and his spiritual energy collapsed. Zhuang Yi was indifferent to what he said, but after he said that he was a man, he struggled to drag Yin Yunguang down, kissed her, and then died with a satisfied smile.
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Yin Yunguang watched Zhuang Yi take his last breath. His expression went from a casual sneer to a blank expression, and then to complete hysterics.
Yin Yunguang shook Zhuang Yi's body crazily.
What's the meaning? He said everything was a lie to him, how could Zhuang Yi still die laughing? He should be furious and regretful.
This person must not be stupid.
No, how could he do this? He must speak clearly before he dies.
Failed, failed.
The Yin family does not know the magic of immortality, nor does it know how to resurrect from the dead.
He wants to do it himself. Use his soul to ferry him back.
Failed, failed.
Failure after failure.
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Intention: If you haven't tried it, how do you know it doesn't work?