[There are manuscripts saved in the early years, but the circumstances have changed]
The long night is dark and blind, but the moon is bright and the sky is bright.
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Xiu Yue only remembered that she was a demon who was suppressed by Xuanying Sword Sect.
Completely forgetting that she is actually:
#The only thousand-year-old demon in the three realms
#HumanWorldFormerAlienGuardian
#The Origin of the Holy Land of Cultivation Bamboo Sea
#A certain religion is waiting for the arrival of the goddess
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Xiu Yue had almost no control over his own life in the second half of his previous life.
She woke up from her slumber and was trapped in the Xuanying Sword Sect for a hundred years. Then she was blackmailed by the demons and helped the demons massacre the Xuanying Sword Sect.
She had only met two sides of Xie Lingjin. One was when Xie Lingjin first entered the Xuanying Sword Sect and she rescued him in the Demon Suppression Forest, and the other was when he entered the Demon Realm alone.
Everyone was saying that he was seeking revenge for his master, and even Xiu Yue thought she would die by his sword.
But Xie Lingjin, who was already the Sword Immortal of Fuguang at that time, just looked at her from a distance and whispered: "Let's go."
She just wanted to thank Lingjin for her kindness.
She never knew that after her death, Xie Lingjin held her in his arms and walked out of the demon world and back to the human world in front of the eyes of millions of people.
The sword supports the light, and the master has been chosen for thousands of years. The sword is arrogant, but it mourns for her for a long time.
She comes and goes, her whereabouts are misty, and passing through Xie Lingjin's life is like a short page in the book of ghosts and ghosts.
But Xie Lingjin knew.
Her pupils reflected the accumulation of time, like a vast painting of mountains and rivers.
The moment Xie Lingjin touched it, he already felt his own insignificance.
He knew that maybe he was just a shadow in her long journey, but he always held a delusion and longed for her mercy.
Intention: The mountains will become green, and all lives will eventually come to an end.