Order of Pagoda

Thank you Tumi. I have a rest in spring. Where can I see the return boat? You Fusang's kung fu is so weird that he feeds on people's hearts and becomes a demon, earning him a reputation all over the world. However, no matter how infamous she was, no one dared to say anything wrong when they really confronted her. Just because she is the Lord of Evil, she can take the lives of thousands of people at her fingertips. As arrogant as she is, there is only one person she can trust at the top - her former junior sister, the most arrogant young master of the upright Yan family, Yan Ru is like this. * Many years later, the banquet sect has changed and the sect is in dire straits. Yanru took the initiative to find Fusang upstream. In front of the pagoda hall, the beautiful woman, with her clothes off, throws herself into his arms. You Fusang embraced her in his arms, but he didn't know that the rightful young master's surrender was a lie, but that he was only feeding the devil with his body, waiting for an opportunity to destroy the devil's cave. But at the end of the siege, Yan Rusuo refused to admit what he had done. He hugged You Fusang tightly and defended with tears in his eyes: "Senior sister, my surrender is true, and my sincerity is also true. Those internal tactics were the ideas of others. I never wanted to harm senior sister. I am sincere to senior sister." The fire in the pagoda hall was dripping with light. You Fusang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a half-smile, "Junior sister, I don't believe your sincerity." **After you repent, I no longer believe in your sincerity. **The world-weary beauty Demon Lord x her little peacock junior sister, senior sister attack * The previous life has passed away, and when I open my eyes again, You Fusang has become a carefree little fairy in the Penglai Fairy Mountain. He listens to the cicadas chirping in the summer and blowing the snow in the winter. I am so happy. Occasionally I hear rumors from the world that Yan Ru has taken the position of head of the Yan Sect, and has great achievements in slaying demons, and will soon be the leader of the righteous immortal. The Young Master of Righteousness walks on the right path and is truly glorious. But I didn't expect that on the day of the Immortal's canonization, the banquet left three thousand guests from all over the world and came all the way to Penglai. My gorgeous clothes were soaked with dew, and I couldn't kneel in front of the mountain. You Fusang looked at her and sighed: "The matter between you and me is over. Our fate has been decided. Even if we try to hold on for a while, it's just a matter of force." Yan Ru lay on her knees, raised his head, and kissed her pleadingly. "If I insist on forcing it, what about Senior Sister?" [Gubai advance collection, the column of the 10,000-word short story "Ye Guguang" can be seen] I am Ye Guguang, a man who is so heinous that it is too many to write down. In my previous life, I lived a glorious life but died a useless death. However, when Po Meng asked me in front of the bridge, I regretted that I was not cruel enough, that I did not strike quickly enough, and that I did not kill all the decent people quickly. I regret even more that I saved Ning Zhao's life in a moment of kindness when I was young. Who would have thought that she would convert to righteousness in the future, rise higher and higher, and finally kill me to achieve meritorious service! If I were reborn, the first person I would kill would be you - Ning Zhao! ! ! [Hundred Ghosts at Night Ye Guguang VS Junshan Siming Ning Zhao] Copywriting 2. In my previous life, it was Ning Zhao who killed me. I hated her, and I thought she hated me. It's just that I never knew that after my death, it was her who cleared the snow in front of my door, who erected a tomb for me, who held an oil-paper umbrella and came to visit me at the tomb every year, and who carefully wiped the dust on the tomb. Little did I know that after my death, she was the one who stayed awake all night long, dreaming of the old man, and whose tears filled the sleeves of her blue shirt. In my dream, I lay drunk on the Wushan clouds, and felt tears dripping from the Xiangjiang River. Beauty is here, beauty is here, I don't know that the evening rain is the morning cloud. I missed you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected it was you. "Thinking" [Third person in the text] Intention: All things in the past are like dying yesterday; all things in the future are like being born today