I Heard That After My Death I Became My Ex-Husband's Bai Yueguang

Then change yourself to a male protagonist. For example, the white-clothed and unstained human race figure on the God's Jian Mausoleum looks pretty good. But the problem is, is the Flower of the High Mountain just faking it? ? ? ... Is it too late to regret it now? Waiting online, quite urgent. ---- "Copywriting for the heroine version:" I died on a snowy night. In the human frontier fortress Fengfeng City, the eight immortal sects joined forces to encircle and suppress them. As the first swordsman in the history of the world of immortality, in order to defend the defeated border defense line of the human race, I single-handedly fought against the Thirteen Demons of Fengdu on the banks of the Huihui River. When I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, I fought my way out of the siege and waited for twenty days in Fangfeng City. What I waited for was not the rescue of my sect, but the human race's holy order to kill me... They said that I colluded with the demons, and everyone would kill me! The one who issued the holy order was my fiancé-in-law, the Holy Son of the Emperor, Kan Xuanzhi; the one who accused me of being possessed by the devil was my direct disciple Wan Chao, whom I had picked up from the battlefield and taught carefully for more than twenty years; and the one who participated in the encirclement and suppression was my disciple, Yuncheng Yinshan, who had lived for more than a hundred years... Everyone rebelled against their relatives. All the things I believed in, protected, and loved, all the things I risked my life to keep, eventually turned into sharp swords piercing my heart. That day, in the heavy snow. I broke the golden seal of the Holy Concubine given by Kan Xuanzhi himself, slashed the strongest sword in my life against the sky of the divine capital, and finally set a fire and burned myself. He had nowhere to go when he came, and he died cleanly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to see a piece of frost and snow falling on the world. The man came through the wind and snow, his white clothes were holy and unstained by dust. I know who that person is, and everyone in this world knows who that person is, whether it is humans, demons, monsters, or ghosts: "God sees the mausoleum, human race's orthodoxy, and Wen Xianyuan." Wen Xianyuan, with his frail body, in the midst of troubled times, towered to the heavenly monuments and wrote Dharma scrolls, extending the life of the human race for hundreds of years, and blessing all living beings with peace for thousands of years. He was respected as the orthodoxy of the human race and the common teacher of the world. Suddenly, the world was in an uproar. Regardless of humans, demons or ghosts, all the peak beings of the three tribes are almost all asking the same question, which is... Who is Zhuo Yao? "Oh, Lord Zhuo Yao from Yuncheng Hidden Mountain." Many 'informed people' spread rumors in the market: "Hey, that is the well-deserved number one in swordsmanship in our human race, and she is also the fiancée promised by our Holy Son, His Highness. It's a pity..." What's a pity? It's a pity that she colluded with the demons to assassinate the heavenly beings, which resulted in the destruction of Wangyuguan City and the death of all the city guards to the demon army. Finally, Fangfeng City was surrounded and suppressed by the eight immortal sects, leaving no remains. —— The day I died was supposed to be an unknown day in human history. But later I heard that on that day, His Royal Highness the Holy Son, who was sitting high in the hall in the imperial city of the divine capital, vomited blood, and the divine lineage of the human race that had not appeared in the mausoleum for a hundred years entered the world. Also on that day, a baby girl in Prince Pingjiang's palace slowly opened her eyes... Yu Huaian: "My father is the King of Pingjiang, who has two palaces and three gates and an army of 300,000 soldiers. My eldest brother is the first young hero in the history of the human race to ride on horseback in the magic city. My second brother... In short, I am very happy to be the little princess of the Pingjiang Palace today." "The main mission is rebirth, the side mission is revenge, the female protagonist takes off someone's mask and causes trouble, VS the male protagonist who appears to be a human race's orthodox flower on the high mountain, but is actually ruthless, ruthless and crazy." --- Reading Guide: 1. Write in the third person narrative, interspersed with memories of past lives. 2. The worldview of fairy tales is completely fabricated by the author. 3. The characters have all been written. It's more of a group drama, so it's a bit slow in the early stages. 4. The male protagonist is not a copywriter at all, and he is not the kind of good guy that the brainless fans of the human race think in this article. This article was once titled "The Flower of the High Mountain He Was Pretending", so you understand. 5. It is tentatively scheduled to be updated daily from Sunday to Thursday at 8 o'clock at the latest. Those who have saved updates can check it out on Friday, okay? Intention: People cannot look back, we can only move forward.