Lu Youyou was born with only four plum blossoms on her body. The clan leader shook his head and said it was a pity because a good child lacked the strength.
So when Jiang Zhou climbed out of the rubble and asked her if there was anything wrong with her, Lu Youyou nodded seriously, "Grandpa said, I'm missing a muscle."
She threw it gently, and the two of them hugged the thick stone pillar and flew towards the young man in the ruins.
"If any good sect accepts a madman as a disciple, the Qingshan Sect will be finished sooner or later!" Jiang Zhou roared.
"It's over, it's over, he is the young master of Ruoyue Sect!" The sect leader's face was distorted, and he grabbed the chief elder and refused to let go, "What should I do, what should I do!"
"Oh?" The chief elder slowly took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Young Master Ruoyue Sect, it is just right that he dies."
The sect leader asked heaven and earth, which sect is good enough to have a madman as its chief elder?
Oh, it's Qingshan Sect.
The sect leader looked at the weak young master of Ruoyue Sect next door, with red lips and white teeth, and a gray face.
Just smile, everyone is about to die anyway.
Intention: I just write it for fun