The senior sister of the Qinglan Sect was extremely poor in cultivation. She tried hard to cultivate that day, but she was ultimately defeated by the sword of her talent.
Her junior sister said contemptuously: "You lost, senior sister."
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The spring rain dropped, and the only sound left was the sound of rain.
Not willing to get mixed up in the rain, she still persisted in practicing and believed in the results of her hard work. As she slowly waved her sword in the rain, someone held up an umbrella. The owner of that umbrella just entered her heart quietly.
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But when she finally picked up the sword in the thunderstorm, she pointed the tip of the sword at her lover.
"Have you been lying to me?! Did you kill my parents..."
"I really didn't..."
Blood flowed all over the ground, and the sword penetrated his chest.
"This time... You still lost, Xie Baicen..."
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Practicing swordsmanship in the rain meets a beautiful lady, and her elegant dress catches my eye.
You are like a sinking star and I am like the moon, the shining bright moon surrounds the stars.
The sword pointed at blood and light, and the useless words hit the sword.
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Mysterious woman with umbrella and few words
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The trashy silent elder sister (vindictive and possessive)
[Reading instructions]
1. This article is a non-traditional fairy tale
2. Writing novice
3. The protagonist is incapable of being bullied in the early stage
4. This article is fast-paced
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