[Junior Brother Baiqie Hei*Senior Sister with Max Strength Value]
Li Zhaozhao is an extremely talented senior sister on Qingjue Peak. In her previous life, she fought to the death with the demon Mu Chongguang, and both of them died without a trace.
Three thousand years later, Li Zhaozhao became Qingjue Peak's junior sister with extraordinary talents. All monsters in the world could not escape from her.
Monsters all over the world are generally ugly, and Li Zhaozhao has always scorned this talent.
Until one day, she saw Qingjue Peak's new junior brother.
The younger brother's eyes are like stars, uniquely beautiful, sparkling and gentle.
Li Zhaozhao took a closer look, why did this little junior brother have a furry tail behind his back?
Late at night, Li Chao looked at the noble and elegant white fox on the eaves with a smile.
"Stop pretending, junior brother, I know it's you."
She boldly touched his tail and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, senior sister will keep the secret for you."
"As long as your tail is touched by senior sister every day, it will be fine."
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Mu Chongguang was born in darkness, the human race hated him and drove him away, and the demon race hated him for being deformed.
When he cut off his tail with a knife, Li Zhaozhao fell from the sky and stepped on his tail with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, little junior brother."
From then on, he threw down his sword and stood under the light.
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The soul returned to its place, the memory revived, and the hatred of the past resurfaced in his mind. Mu Chongguang looked at the world coldly and begged for mercy.
He thought about all kinds of things in his past life.
He remembered how a woman named Li Zhaozhao deceived him and tricked him into forming a love affair, and then stabbed his chest with a sword and died together with him.
The sword sank into her chest, and Mu Zhongguang found bloody tears falling from his fingertips.
He is the head of evil spirits throughout the ages, and grief should not appear in his body.
But when Li Zhaozhao's soul disappeared from his palm, the eternal flower of love bloomed in his heart.
Over the next 30,000 years, he drained his heart and peeled off his flesh and blood, only wishing to temper her soul and return to the world.
Intention: When others throw away their old shoes, I pick them up like pearls.
