This is the story of Ning Jiuning, who devoted herself to cultivating immortality and experienced ups and downs in three lives, and finally became the woman behind the evil master.
In her first life, she was a direct disciple of the Immortal Sect Master. With her extremely high sword-wielding talent, she flew across the mountains to save the Taoist who was fighting the Demon Lord to the death. When both sides were hurt, she pierced the heart of the wretched Demon Lord in black with a sword.
The white-clothed Taoist Master with an air of immortality took out his Demon Lord's Order, flicked his finger between his eyebrows, and then died.
In her second life, she was the founder of the tomb robbing line. She found the ancient battlefield relics with her extremely high talent in cave exploration. She thought she could obtain the inheritance and become an immortal in one step. However, she did not expect to dig up the white-clothed ghost king who had been sealed for thousands of years. She raised her hand and lightly struck the heavenly spirit and died.
In the third life, she was the princess of a subjugated country. The old ministers of the previous dynasty encouraged her to restore the country. When she led 30,000 old, weak, sick and disabled troops to the city, the emperor trembled in the tower.
When she was feeling proud, the white-clothed officials with millions of mercenaries behind her and the royal capital strung up their bows, arrows shot through the air, and she died.
When she opened her eyes again, before returning to the country, she was the eldest princess who was favored by thousands of people, and the enemy in white who killed her three times was used as a horse by her prince brother. "Sister, look at me, how handsome can a slave in white be?"
Ning Jiuning kicked the prince off his horse and held his hand affectionately, "Can Mr. Lang agree to my request?"
"Ye Botin would rather be a slave than face me."
"What kind of showman do you want to be? My princess's palace still lacks an ancestor. As long as Mr. Lang agrees to be friends with me, he will never slap me with his hands, point at me or shoot me in the back."
Ye Boti: "..."
Intention: Don't judge high or low based on status, only look at the heart to determine good and evil