A Good-For-Nothing Junior Sister, but a God

[The complete text is under overhaul, and we are not responsible for any pirated text] Fed up with the tens of thousands of years of endless life of cattle and horses in the heaven, Qing Ye decided to run away. Unexpectedly, his immortal body was completely destroyed by thunder from the sky, and his soul was severely injured. He fell into the mortal world and slept for thousands of years. When she opened her eyes again, she became a loser who was despised by everyone in the world of immortality. Qingye, the former leader of the world: Who do you dislike? Her? Fortunately, the sect had a wise eye and invited her to come in like a treasure, and Qing Ye left happily. Then I discovered that the people in this sect were the most abnormal. The young senior brother suffered from severe bone disease and came from a family of sword cultivators. He danced with a long sword until he vomited three liters of blood. The second senior sister devoted herself to the Tao, and she studied hard and practiced hard, forgetting food and sleep. When she looked back, she realized the first level of foundation building. However, the head of the family, the senior brother, has both spiritual roots and excellent bones, but he prides himself on having mediocre qualifications. He spends all his time doing laundry and cooking, and has become proficient in everything. Qingya, who led countless troops: That's enough! She glanced at the little senior brother Yingfeng who was coughing up blood: ——Do you have to practice swordsmanship? Otherwise, why don't you look back at the pile of heavenly elixirs in your furnace? The melancholy second senior sister: ——We demons should not follow the traditional path of cultivating immortals. Honest and honest senior brother: ——Come, put down the spatula first, and say with me: I am a genius, I want to ascend. * Lingxiao Sect - no one has no money and no ability, and is recognized as the last in the world of immortality. Until the sect's general election, they met a little nun who had nowhere to go. The little girl's dantian is blocked and her spiritual veins are destroyed. She is an out-and-out loser. At first, everyone in the door just wanted to take someone back to fill the door. Later they discovered that they had found a treasure. Under her guidance, the little senior sister whose cultivation was stagnant rose several levels; the second senior brother who was abandoned by the family became famous; the senior senior brother with mediocre qualifications shone... The junior sister herself emitted a soaring golden light. Lingxiao Sect:! ! ! Developed friends! * The sect is flourishing, and Qing is relieved to have cut off all ties with the fairy world, and is preparing to start a happy life of eating and waiting to die. A long-dormant thread in his consciousness suddenly lit up: "Is it fun to pretend to be dead?" ​ #Who is talking #I'm already 'dead', can you let me go? #Oh, you're a ghost too, so it's okay Reading tips: The story of a big boss leading a group of younger brothers to make a comeback (become tyrannical) The heroine does not level up, she is always at full level. The process of cultivating immortality: Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, entering immortality, transformation, and return to the origin. ————Pre-collection dividing line———— "My Dead Ex-husband Became My Taoist Companion Again" Please collect it~ The day I met Xie Huaiwei, it was the first rain of spring. He was seriously injured and fell in a pool of blood. The rain soaked his thin shirt, revealing the shiny black dragon scales under his fair skin. At that time, he didn't know that I was a monster hunter. To get a demon's sincerity, it is not enough to rely on the grace of saving his life. So I pretended to be weak and flattered him, but he really fell into trouble step by step. We became husband and wife, slept on the same bed, and were intimate. Finally, when he was at his most passionate, she stabbed him in the heart. Xie Huaiwei died in my arms, and the evil spirit rising into the sky burned my eyes. I became half-blind and was being hunted by my enemies. Amidst the strong smell of blood, I vaguely saw a tall figure slowly walking towards me. He killed those people, held my chin, and asked me if I was in need of Taoist companions. "I'm married." "So what?" "I killed him." "Isn't this a good thing?" Those who practice the ruthless path have different brain circuits than ordinary people, and even marrying a wife is just to break through the bottleneck. His tone of voice was cold, but his lips were hot when he kissed me; his technique was raw, and he was even a little rough when he was more intimate. We live together, he cultivates his ways, and I heal my wounds. It was still a rainy day and I could see again. I ran to him happily. In the mist of rain, a young man in black stands like a crane. He was standing in the courtyard feeding chickens, with a contented look on his face, but his facial features were so familiar that it took my breath away. #Ikilledmyhusband #But I don't know, he has two lives #textthirdperspective Purpose: Love others first, love yourself first